43 Jinjiang Exclusive
◎Fei Jia Doesn't Need Saving◎
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Orange hair, wearing a hat...
What a coincidence. Fyodor happens to know someone with just that kind of characteristic.
As if possessed, he picked up his phone and opened the "Jinjiang" app, which he hadn't used in a long time since meeting Ruoyi in Yokohama. He found the "selfie" that Ruoyi had sent him before in his chat history with Kawakami Ruoyi.
"That's him!" Pino exclaimed the moment he saw the photo. "His aura is absolutely terrifying!"
Remembering that she was speaking to Fyodor himself, she swallowed the words that almost slipped out.
"How come Ruoyi always seems to know such scary guys?"
After Pinocchio left, Fyodor gently touched his still-feverish forehead.
As the mastermind behind the "Co-eating" plan, he had long been prepared for the detective agency and the Mafia to discover his whereabouts. Even if Nakahara Chuuya from the Port Mafia came looking for him, it wouldn't be anything to be surprised about. The only thing that was noteworthy was that Nakahara Chuuya didn't ask Pino if he knew "Fyodor," but rather "if he knew Kawakami Wakai."
Could it be...
Fyodor thought of the "teacher-student relationship" between Kawakami Wakana and Pushkin.
If the fact that the kitten had contact with Pushkin is exposed, then it's quite normal that the Port Mafia would consider her an accomplice, and even seek out the easier-to-find one before he, who is more elusive.
"Ha, what a cat that only knows how to cause trouble for itself..." Fyodor muttered to himself.
However, even if Chuuya Nakahara came here looking for "Wakami Kawakami" instead of him, he couldn't stay here any longer.
Fyodor picked up his phone, just about to text his subordinates to ask them to move him to a different location—
"Hey, Tuosijun, my dear friend, have you been going to the hospital a lot lately?"
"..."
"Gogol, did you come back just to mock me?" Fyodor looked up, his voice weak and listless.
"Even a fever of 40 degrees Celsius can't cook a fried bun, you've already proven that."
"If you can't cook a fried bun, does that mean you can't cook a hamburger?" Gogol said sarcastically.
Meeting Fyodor's murderous gaze, he quickly replied, "Ah, but I don't have any hamburgers on me right now, but I've brought you a nice gift for visiting someone in the hospital."
As Gogol spoke, he pushed out a gift box that was almost as tall as him from behind, and immediately tore it open, pulling out Kawakami Wakana, whose hands and feet were wrapped with ribbons and whose mouth was also gagged with ribbons.
Even her hair was tied into two braids with ribbons.
Fyodor: ?
As soon as Gogol took the ribbon out of Ruoyi's mouth, the girl couldn't help but start cursing.
"Are you crazy?! I told you to take me to see Fedia, not to bring me here in this way that restricts my personal freedom!"
"How about it?" Gogol smiled. "It's real, not some inflatable doll."
Fyodor: "..."
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
"Gogol," Fyodor called Gogol's name expressionlessly.
"Get out."
This time, the clown, who never obeyed orders, surprisingly did not do the opposite. Without saying a word, he untied all the ribbons off Ruoyi's body, then obediently fluttered his cloak and disappeared into the room.
In an instant, only Fyodor and Wakana Kawakami remained in the small room.
"..." Kawakami Wakana, who had been cursing Gogol verbally and in her heart, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
Speaking of which...
She was determined to come and see him even if Dr. Blackjack was there, since Blackjack couldn't stop Gogol. But once he arrived, she realized that everything she said seemed a bit strange.
Even just a simple "How are you?"
“Neko.” Fortunately, it was Fyodor who spoke first.
But the next sentence made Kawakami Wakai feel terrible.
Fyodor: "You, now, would you like to consider joining the House of the Dead?"
Ha ha? ? !
Ruoyi was originally about to touch Fyodor's forehead to see if his fever had subsided. Upon hearing this, she immediately withdrew her hand and even took a few steps back.
“I’m not trying to change the subject this time.” Ruoyi’s subconscious avoidance made Fyodor feel a little uncomfortable. “The Port Mafia found out that you taught Pushkin Neon.”
"So what?" Kawakami Wakana retorted.
Fyodor couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
Given his current physical condition, he's not in a position to properly analyze the situation for this silly cat.
He cleared his throat and, feeling a bit better, began to tell the kitten the story in a short and concise manner.
“The Port Mafia has already considered you an enemy, and the Armed Detective Agency will not welcome you into their organization if you have frequent contact with me in private. The ‘Group’ has disbanded, and the Special Abilities Division has even less reason to protect you, who has nothing to do with them.”
"So, if the Mafia really does target you in order to force Pushkin out, only the Rats in the House of the Dead can protect you."
"I've said it before, if one day a sword is to pierce your heart, the one who wields that sword can only be me."
Fyodor himself was somewhat taken aback when he said those words.
After all, according to his past behavior, using Kawakami Wakai as bait to deal with the Port Mafia was a more self-protective way than to offer him amnesty.
What surprised him even more was the kitten's reaction.
If it were a typical girl who hadn't yet graduated from university, she would probably have accepted his suggestion by now, perhaps even bowing deeply to thank him. But the kitten simply stood there quietly, her mint-colored eyes as calm as a lake.
“Feijia,” Kawakami Wakana calmly called out her pet name for Fyodor, “do you really want to protect me, or are you using protection as an excuse to continue your plan to turn me into your kind?”
"After all, I think you know very well that once I agree to join the House of the Dead and accept your protection, there's no going back, is there?"
Yes.
Kawakami Wakana is very calm right now.
Even though she knew very well that Fedia's claim that she was being targeted by the Port Mafia was probably not a lie.
She didn't yet have an answer as to how to face Fei Jia, but there was one thing Ruoyi was certain of.
As Dazai Osamu said, Fedia was not someone who needed to be saved, or rather, not someone who could be saved by her.
But if you can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep, are you just going to keep them in a tempting but thorny dream?
“‘He kept saying he liked you and wanted to be your god, but in the end he still abandoned you.’” She gave a bitter smile. “Think what you want about me. But I think that even if there really are gods, they created humans not so that they could become nannies who could only selflessly serve humans, and they should not be held hostage by believers.”
"I took it upon myself to kindly agree to tutor Pushkin, so no matter what the Port Mafia does next, I will deal with it alone."
"..."
Is this what she really thinks?
Logically speaking, if it were someone else, Fyodor might have completely ignored such a stubborn cat, or even killed it on the spot to protect himself. But for some reason, he suddenly felt a bitter feeling in his heart.
"Cough cough..." His throat suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help but cough, coughing so hard that it felt like he couldn't breathe.
The air, which was originally filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, seemed to have a hint of the metallic smell of blood.
The girl, who had been calm as if she wasn't the one being targeted by the Mafia, suddenly showed a hint of panic.
"Fei...Fei Jia, are you alright?" She hurriedly patted her back. "I was a bit too harsh with my words. I'll go get Dr. Blackjack right now!"
With that, he turned and left the ward. As Gogol untied his ribbon, his long hair, already loose, brushed against Fyodor's face, tickling him.
…………
Black Jack was reading the newspaper in the living room of his clinic/living room, with little Pinocchio beside him. Just as Kawakami Wakana was about to mention Fyodor's violent coughing, there was a sudden sound of a car stopping outside, and soon there was a knock on the clinic door.
"I'll open the door!" Pino was already prepared to greet the new patient when she heard the car, and now she immediately jumped off the sofa and opened the door.
But then, a terrified scream rang out.
"Pinoco!" Blackjack dropped the newspaper in his hand, and Kawakami Wakana's question about whether there was any cough medicine stuck in her throat.
The boy with orange hair appeared at the door, holding the kicking Pinocchio in his arms with one hand and a silver-gleaming pistol in the other.
Standing behind him was a man in a black trench coat with black and white hair.
"It's you again? Chuuya Nakahara." Black Jack's voice was sinister. "Put down Pinocchio! I've said it before, as a doctor, I don't disclose patients' privacy."
Nakahara Chuuya remained silent, only glancing around the room for a moment before his gaze fell upon Kawakami Wakana.
"I'm sorry, doctor, I don't need to pry into any of your patients' privacy anymore. Because I've already found the person I'm looking for."
As he spoke, the dark muzzle of the gun was no longer pointed at Pinocchio, but at Kawakami Wakai.
"Kawakami Wakai-san, right? If you want me to let go of this little girl and stop bothering Dr. Blackjack while he treats his patients, then make a multiple-choice question. You love teaching people how to do problems, so you should do it yourself once in a while."
"Either cooperate with us to kill the head of the Armed Detective Agency, or—"
“Tell me, where is your ‘student,’ that virus-powered individual, now?”
"..."
Kawakami Wakana stiffened her neck and pretended to be calm, saying, "What will you do if I don't choose? Also, even if it's a multiple-choice question, there should be a time limit, right?"
“It’s simple,” Chuuya Nakahara chuckled. “Five minutes.”
“If you make a choice obediently within five minutes, I won’t make things difficult for the doctor and the little girl. Otherwise, you’ll have to pay the price for your selfishness.”
Selfish...?
Kawakami Wakai unconsciously clenched her hands.
She didn't know why, but the word that Chuuya Nakahara blurted out seemed to pierce her heart more than the cold, hard gun.
“I understand,” said Kawakami Wakana after taking a few steps forward.
[Author's Note]
Can I see your comments?
Small Theater
An incomplete idea about Werewolf
Recently, in the game Werewolf, there's a feature where the Seer's turn to check a villager card results in a situation where the Seer's results are always the opposite of the actual outcome.
If Ruoyi calls Fyodor to come
I always felt that he was the kind of person who, whether he was a prophet or not, could always create a situation that prompted everyone to assess the circumstances.
Gogol also liked to jump, but the reason was that no board was easier to disrupt than that.
If both of them are prophets—
Ruoyi: ? Of the twelve people, five or six jumped to become prophets.
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