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◎Strawberry Borscht◎
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"Continue, you all continue."
As Gogol spoke, he lifted his cloak and disappeared into the room.
Once he was outside, Gogol took out the two yellow roses Fyodor had given him from his clothes and gently crushed them.
"Well, Fedia, I wonder if you'll disappoint me?"
Meanwhile, inside the house—
Kawakami Wakana and Fyodor, who were left behind, looked at each other in bewilderment.
"..."
The air around us suddenly became so awkward that it felt like you could dig out a Tokyo Tower from it.
“So,” Fyodor looked at the socks tightly wrapped around his wrist, “aren’t you going to untie them?”
"I'm so sorry!" Kawakami Wakana hurriedly untied the "makeshift rope" from his hands, realizing what she had used, her face flushed red in an instant, and then she hurriedly said, "Look, Fei Jia, this is such a small house, there's no way we could have a rope or chainsaw or anything, and the shoelaces were too short, so..."
Then she realized a problem—
Wait a moment!
Why did I... let go of someone who suddenly barged into my room?
Not to mention that when she saw Fedia again, she found that her favorability rating had dropped from 61% to 63%.
The bad news is... the killing intent increased even more, reaching 80%.
"..."
Is it really better for her to tie this person up again?
However, the fact that the killing intent level had increased so much without even meeting him clearly indicated that it was Fedia who leaked Scotty's diary.
So, she did indeed have something she wanted to tell Fei Jia.
Since there was no way to escape anyway, she clutched the stocking tightly and asked bluntly, "Did you find this place because of Scotty's videotape?"
She took a deep breath: "But that girl's real wish was for her parents to be able to move on from her death and not blame anyone."
“Oh?” Fyodor raised an eyebrow at this. “Neko, do you think that by telling me this, I will empathize with that child and expose the lie?”
"—Or do you really think of yourself as a god, and I am a lost sheep who needs your guidance?"
He scoffed, "Kawakami Wakai, you're just an ordinary college student who recently came of age. As for me, I've never felt like I've lost my way."
"..."
Kawakami Wakana unconsciously bit her lip.
Of course she knew that Fedia knew exactly what she was doing, and in many ways, he saw things much more clearly than she did. Offering him platitudes or inspirational platitudes would only make him laugh, and even make her look like a clown.
Then we can only take a roundabout approach.
So she raised her voice: "I just don't quite understand you, Feja."
“Back in high school, you could comfort a little girl like me whom you just met, and you could even pay Dr. Blackjack a hundred million dollars for surgery for someone you had no connection with. At the same time, you could also use a child who died young and her father’s feelings for the other person as a tool.”
"—Feijia, I really don't know if you're being compassionate or cruel."
“Compassion? Cruelty?” Hearing Ruoyi blurt out the two words, Fyodor raised an eyebrow. “That’s just how humans are. Good people, bad people, kind people, evil people, they can easily label a person without even trying to understand the real person.”
"..."
Ruoyi suddenly felt as if something was stuck in her throat. She wanted to speak in rebuttal, but she couldn't say anything.
After all, not long ago, she had given a one-sided evaluation of Dr. Blackjack.
Then he realized something was wrong—
Am I now also influenced by Fei Jia's rhetoric?
That's not the point at all!
"Do you mean, Fei Jia, that doing this is actually for their own good?"
“Who knows?” Fyodor smirked. “Every situation has beneficiaries and losers; it just depends on your perspective.”
"However, Neko—"
He raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly lifted the girl's chin with both hands. "Speaking of which, when we were talking about painlessness at the internet cafe before, you said that sometimes you can't not do certain things just because you're afraid of pain."
"...?"
Kawakami Wakana didn't understand why he suddenly brought up that day's events at this time.
"So, what do you do if you feel pain?"
As she spoke, Ruoyi felt a chill on her neck; a gleaming scalpel was pressed against her neck without her noticing.
"...!"
She gritted her teeth to stop herself from screaming, but her eyes remained fixed on the person in front of her.
“Feijia,” she didn’t know where she got the courage, but facing Fyodor’s cold, emotionless eyes, she had no urge to flinch, “Even if you kill me, you won’t get what you want back.”
"—After all, that videotape isn't with me; it's with the Armed Detective Agency."
She paused for a moment, then said, "You've said before that my abilities are limited. So, of course I can't handle something this big by myself, right?"
As she spoke these words, Kawakami Wakana's eyes were constantly observing Fyodor's murderous intent.
She noticed that when she mentioned the words "Armed Detective Agency," her killing intent level increased exponentially, soaring to 99%. But only for a moment, then, like a quadratic function, it began to drop rapidly, finally settling at 72% before flashing and freezing.
What... is going on?
Could it be that Fedia has given up on killing her?
Did her statement that "the videotape is with the Armed Detective Agency, so killing her won't make a difference" have any effect?
Little did she know, Fyodor was also scrutinizing her at that moment.
His calves were trembling with fear, and his forehead was covered in beads of sweat, but he didn't scream or beg for mercy. Instead, he remained calm, or perhaps he was bluffing and reminding him that he had the wrong target?
Over the years, he had seen countless people on their deathbeds. Some had eyes that looked like they were facing death with equanimity, some showed a desire to live, and some were filled with terror. But only Kawakami Wakana's eyes were the first he had ever seen.
A feeling I can't quite describe.
But it suddenly made him lose the urge to kill her.
She was even a little curious about what she would do if she could spare the kitten's life.
“Neko,” he said, “you said you would be my only god.”
"Now I'll give you a choice."
As if to set the mood, the lights in the room flickered.
For the first time, a smile appeared on Fyodor's pale face: "Will you choose to stand with me, or choose the Armed Detective Agency!"
"..."
For some reason, Kawakami Wakana felt like cursing.
If she had chosen the Armed Detective Agency, we could already see a future where Feda's hard-won killing intent level would be at 100% maxed out.
But if she were to side with Fedia, she couldn't bring herself to use Francis right after watching that videotape.
not to mention……
Her special ability is simply to see affection and killing intent. Even when facing someone like Gogol whose killing intent is truly at its maximum, she can only offer a warning. She can't beat the Armed Detective Agency either!
This is practically a death sentence!
But Fei Jia just happened to be standing there, tilting her head and looking her over, as if she absolutely had to hear an answer.
"..." She seemed to suddenly understand why Dazai Osamu liked going into the water so much.
"Ding-dong—" The doorbell suddenly rang at that moment.
"Yes, someone's here." Kawakami Wakana said loudly, as if she had found a way out, and then turned on the video doorbell's call function.
The person outside, with their head down, said in a relaxed tone:
"Hello, this is Uber Eats. Your strawberry borscht has arrived."
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
She cautiously glanced back at Fyodor.
Sure enough, the moment the words "strawberry borscht" were uttered, the murderous intent level jumped to 75%.
"..."
"What, you ordered takeout but won't let the delivery guy in?" Fyodor looked at Kawakami Wakana, who was frozen in place, with amusement. He got up and opened the door, then gave the delivery guy a "friendly" smile.
"It seems the Armed Detective Agency isn't doing too well financially lately, Dazai."
"They actually let you do food delivery work."
"Oh dear," Dazai Osamu, the deliveryman, said, taking off his hat and mask and forcing a smile at Fyodor. "Delivering food is an essential job in modern society, isn't it?"
…………
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Kawakami Wakana couldn't help but ask three philosophical questions.
She was now sandwiched between Dazai Osamu and Fyodor, both of them scrutinizing each other with great interest, and between them...
There was a bento box on the table.
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
She didn't order takeout, and even if she did, she wouldn't have chosen something as outrageous as strawberry borscht. Dazai Osamu clearly realized something, which is why he came to help her. But—
If that's the case, then what's the deal with this bento box?
Noticing that Wakana's eyes were fixed on the bento box, Dazai Osamu feigned surprise and checked the time on his phone: "Oh dear, it's already past ten o'clock at night? You guys must be hungry! How about the three of us eat and chat at the same time?"
As he spoke, he opened the lunchbox.
At that moment, the world fell silent.
Kawakami Wakana stared at the red soup with a few strawberries floating on it, not daring to look Fyodor in the eye.
no? ?
She thought the "strawberry borscht" was a joke, something Dazai Osamu was doing to annoy Fega, the Lucia. Just like she couldn't accept strawberry tempura either.
But I never expected that Dazai Osamu would actually have made preparations!
[Author's Note]
Dazai Osamu: If this weren't Wakana's house, I would not only have delivered borscht, but I would have also whistled (Russians believe that whistling at home will bring bad luck).
Small Theater
Ever since Dazai Osamu made strawberry borscht once—
Fyodor suddenly became interested in Japanese food.
But every time, they either use fruit to make tempura or ketchup to make sushi.
The reason is: to let Dazai Osamu taste what strawberry borscht is like.
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
I'm Japanese too, bro!
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