Chapter 27
As Louis emerged from the still-lingering red fog, dragging his battered and bruised Kunikida Doppo, he first looked in Shelley's direction.
"This guy's fighting skills are pretty good, he wasted a bit of my time—but I like fighters without superpowers, poison gas is most useful at times like this... Oh, Shelley, are you done too?"
As expected, Shelley had already defeated Miyazawa Kenji. At this moment, Miyazawa Kenji, who was doing nothing, only appeared in Louis's sight with half of his body, while the other half was nowhere to be found...
Has it been torn open?
"Wow! Shelley, did you tear this little guy in half?"
Louis tossed Kunikida Doppo to the ground and excitedly approached him: "Shelley, have you finally understood this kind of beauty?!"
Mary Shelley didn't hesitate to headbutt him.
“Idiot Louis! I just shoved his head into the ground!”
Oh, it got knocked into the ground.
Upon closer inspection, Louis realized that what he had initially thought was only half a body was actually the waist and legs that remained after the head had been pressed into the ground, and he was very disappointed.
"Shelley, you still don't understand what I explained to you..."
Mary Shelley rolled her eyes at Louis and stomped her feet.
"Idiot Louis! Just as much of an idiot as Robert!"
“Okay, okay, I’m an idiot…” Louis ruffled Mary Shelley’s hair through her hat, “Then why did you suddenly act so violently, Shelley? I taught you ‘elegant and graceful tearing apart of the human body,’ not this kind of violent crushing, right?”
"Because he touched my hat!" Mary Shelley instinctively covered her hat with both hands and pressed it down hard. "He wanted to take my hat off!"
During the fight, Kenji Miyazawa missed a punch. However, due to the height difference, the punch grazed Mary Shelley's head.
When he pulled his fist back, he almost knocked off Mary Shelley's matching black wide-brimmed hat.
However, Mary Shelley, who only felt someone tugging at her hat and had no idea what was going on, immediately exploded.
"So I couldn't resist the urge to kill him... 'Frankenstein' might have been a bit too much."
Louis, his expression unchanged, ruffled Mary Shelley's hat twice more. "Dead?"
"He's not dead yet."
Mary Shelley ran to Kenji Miyazawa, who was embedded in the ground, grabbed his leg and pulled hard, like pulling a radish, and dragged him out of the ground.
"Look, it's still breathing."
After tossing Kenji Miyazawa and Doppo Kunikida together, Mary Shelley looked at the two unconscious men with a headache: "What are we going to do with these two...?"
Without a second thought, Louis replied, "Disassemble it and throw it into the river."
"Wouldn't that be bad? It would be very dirty."
“I’m very skilled at it… but whatever, let’s just tie a stone to it and throw it into the river.”
Mary Shelley said yes.
Just as the two had finalized their plan and were happily carrying the two unconscious people off the ground, Mary Shelley suddenly stopped: "Didn't Christie tell you before you left that if you ran into any 'celebrities,' you should notify her so she could handle it?"
Louis froze: "Robert came out, I didn't know."
The two looked at each other, then frantically pulled out their communication devices from their pockets.
“Christie? Yes, this is Louis. It's like this, over here…”
—During the explanation of the stream of consciousness method.jpg
"And now those two are right next to you? How's the situation?"
Louis glanced at Kunikida Doppo, whose wound had stopped bleeding, and said, "He's at the point where he won't die if left unattended."
"I see..."
Christie hesitated for a moment on the communicator before speaking.
"Pu Songling's side is almost ready. Throwing these two people to a more obvious place far away will be a good way to attract the attention of the Armed Detective Agency."
Louis was gesturing with the hand holding the knife towards the two men: "Throw them alive or throw them dead?"
"A living person is needed to lure the Armed Detective Agency personnel over."
"Should we strap a bomb to it?"
"..." Christie fell silent.
After a while, Christie spoke seriously.
“Louis, you just carry out my orders one by one—if you cause any more trouble, I’ll have Vladimir turn you into a little girl so you can play house with him!”
"Alas--!!"
Louis was extremely disgusted.
"Get to it right now!"
After instructing Mary Shelley to keep an eye on Louis, Christie angrily shut down the communication.
Robert Louis Stevenson, "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is very useful, the problem lies with the user...
Robert's problem is an abnormal level of empathy, while Lewis's problem is recklessness.
Mary Shelley... who had previously been seen as a "tall" man, seemed to be furious.
However, we also need to consider how much of the nervous system damaged by "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is still usable, and it may also be related to the upward angle of most people's view.
But the real problem is that Shelley was too angry, right?
With a sigh, Christie, no longer wanting to dwell on this troublesome matter, dialed the number again and began contacting Pu Songling and Cervantes.
Their group should have finished their preparations by now.
Somewhere in Yokohama
"Is everything ready?"
Pu Songling, his face unchanged, looked at the man in the suit opposite him and spoke calmly.
"Everything is ready. Although I don't know what you need these things for... I've prepared all the best stuff."
The man in the suit pushed a piece of paper off the table toward Pu Songling.
"You can check if they're all correct."
Pu Songling glanced at the man in the suit, picked up the paper on the table, and scanned its contents.
"It's definitely a good product."
The man in the suit revealed a somewhat sinister smile: "Of course, our business is the best here."
“Hey Pu Songling,” Cervantes, sitting next to Pu Songling, couldn’t help but poke him as he studied the contents of a piece of paper, “we’re just here to pick up the flyers we ordered, right? Why are we acting like this is some kind of illicit transaction?”
Pu Songling, who was inspecting the samples, did not respond to the conversation, nor did the slightly menacing-looking print shop owner opposite them.
The two people: "..." It's okay if you suddenly have a fit of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and don't take it too seriously.
After checking several times and finding no problems, Pu Songling nodded to the boss: "No problem."
Okay—is the final payment in cash?
Pu Songling gave Cervantes a wink, and Cervantes, muttering "It's starting to look more and more like a sex deal," pulled a paper bag from his pocket.
When I opened the paper bag, it was full of cash.
"Now I know why you made me use a paper bag."
Cervantes handed the paper bag to the shopkeeper and glanced around the room: "Which one is ours?"
The boss turned and pointed to a stack of large boxes behind him: "Those five are..."
Cervantes looked at Pu Songling expressionlessly: "How many copies did you print?"
"Just in case, I took three times the amount."
So you're saying you're not tired from carrying it, huh?
The unkempt man tried hard to swallow the profanities he was about to say.
The print shop owner looked at the two people and asked, "Would you like to pay extra for me to deliver it back for you?"
“No need,” Cervantes sighed, stepped forward, and hugged the two bottom boxes with both hands. “We can carry them ourselves.”
Silver arm guards covered Cervantes' hands, and he easily picked up five large boxes filled with paper.
Ignoring the "I've seen a ghost" look on the shopkeeper's face, Cervantes looked at Pu Songling.
Where to?
"Go straight to the meeting point." Pu Songling had already put down the samples and was now holding a communicator. "Christie informed us that the event has been moved up."
"Let's go over there quickly."
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