Chapter 165: Polite Imprisonment is... that kind of defeat plot...
Chaomu saved the game again.
She wasn't afraid of losing a fight with the two undercover agents. If she ignored the restriction of "only using physical skills", she could use her motorcycle and the Golden Raccoon vacuum cleaner to directly attack in a three-two-one manner. Overall, the probability of losing was actually quite low. Moreover, if she couldn't beat them, she could still call for help, such as calling Mimi or Squalo to join in the fight and she would definitely win.
Just as her head was pressed against the warm chest of her former godfather, with two men in front and behind her, she suddenly had an idea and realized that this node was probably an important plot branch - if she won, she could definitely continue the game, but what if she lost?
When she played the game "Egypt Tour Group" produced by the same company before, she at least collected some interesting BE routes such as "Soul Imprisonment" and "Surrender to Evil"... But when playing the game "King of Trash", she seemed to have never triggered any ending route other than death.
Recalling the cutscene from a previous game where the villain planted buds on her and she turned into a small bun, the player's eyes welled up. Although she'd forgotten most of the game's plot and couldn't quite recall the character portraits, she still remembered the ending as quite poignant.
They're both games from the same company, so the Trash Can King defeat storyline should be pretty exciting, right? Even though her last defeat was against Gin, and every time she was either headshot or had to reload... But Scotland and Bourbon shouldn't be like Gin; they probably won't just kill her outright.
Since we want to see a defeat plot, Chaomu's struggle seems a bit hypocritical.
She pretended to struggle for a few rounds, then pretended to be defeated and was suppressed by the evil little black-faced man again.
"It seems your Vongola upbringing has left you with no idea of danger." The blond youth looked down at her and gently grasped her wrist. "This isn't a Sicilian estate, and we're not pawns for you to manipulate... In Neon, you should abide by the law."
"It's unfair, sir." Even at this point, Chaomu couldn't help but want to defend himself. "When did I break the law? I've been diligently picking up trash, doing housework, and even helping find cats and dogs and helping old ladies cross the street. You know that, Midorikawa, right? What bad things have I done?"
As for issues like illegal breaking and entering, she calmly ignored them completely. Anyway, they didn't know.
Scotland, behind her, pressed the back of her neck, sighing as she questioned him. Bourbon, standing in front of her, immediately flashed a dangerously bright smile and politely said, "Have you completely forgotten about the honey trap you set on your neighbor? You just robbed my wallet a few days ago, didn't you?"
Chaomu: “…………Eh.”
It seems to be the case.
She thought about it carefully and remembered that she once grabbed his collar and threatened him, "No one will believe you if you call the police anyway"... She didn't expect that the evil little black-faced man was actually a public security police officer with a hidden identity. That was very bad.
"In short... until I understand your position with the Vongola, no matter what you say, I won't let you go." Seeing her rare expression of frustration, the blond youth's smile grew even brighter. "There's no point in trying to provoke Scotland by pretending to be pitiful, young lady."
"It's pointless anyway. I'm not so naive as to think I'll be let off if I act pitiful." Since we've already fallen into the police's hands, Chaomu shrugged and said casually, "After all, whether it's you or him, I feel like they'll be the type who looks guilty but is willing to kill..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt a numbness at the back of her neck. Something pierced her neck, causing her body to instantly go limp. Scotland's arm quickly wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling to the ground. The warmth of his palm was startlingly hot.
"Stop talking. It's not good for you." His breath brushed against her earlobe, bringing with it a moist heat and a barely audible sigh. "But... I won't let you die."
...What is this? A coma potion? This plot development...seems quite fitting, right?
Chaomu felt that they were much more outlaws than her.
After the injection, her vision seemed to be shrouded in fog. She vaguely felt herself rising into the air and being restrained in a warm embrace.
The two "gangsters" who carried out the kidnapping with a righteous look on their faces seemed to have exchanged a few words. She vaguely heard a few key words, "safe house", "temporary stay", and "daily necessities", which sounded related to her next destination.
"...I have to go back... tonight... Hagi..." She tried to say something, but her tongue felt like it was tied in a knot, and only mumbled words came out. Her once-strong limbs felt like they were filled with heavy lead, leaving her unable to even lift a finger. She could only let herself be held lightly like a doll.
After saying this, Chaomu remembered that this was the world line where the war was lost. She probably wouldn't be able to return to Hagiwara's house as planned. She would have to wait until she finished watching the plot before considering whether to reload the save file. She also didn't know what Hagiwara and Matsuda would eat for supper in this world line... Would they save some for her?
When she uttered the syllable "hagi", the arm around her waist tightened a little, with irresistible force. In the hazy state, she could only see those blue eyes.
"Get some sleep." There was something strangely soothing in his voice. "It'll be fine soon. You'll be fine... We'll let you go after this."
"But it's not Hagiwara's side." Another annoying voice pierced the ear, "I said she definitely did it on purpose..."
"...Bourbon." A gentler voice disagreed, "It's too early to say."
...How is it related to Hagiwara-kun...Do they know Hagiwara-kun?
The negative state of dizziness made the screen darker and darker, and Chaomu's thinking was forced to be interrupted.
After a period of black screen, when she opened her eyes again, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
The short-haired girl supported her head and sat up, looking around - it was not the Bourbon safe house next to her house, nor was it the safe house in Scotland that she used to visit. The decoration of the room was completely unfamiliar... It was a fairly exquisite bedroom.
It seems that they really did not intend to put her in jail for interrogation, but chose to find a place to illegally detain her... It is really strange that they have so many houses as undercover agents. Are they rented, bought, or provided by the organization or the police?
Chaomu thought about it carefully and was quite curious.
She glanced down at herself. She was still in her default outfit, but the blanket was wrapped tightly around her, as if to prevent her from catching a cold. There were no handcuffs or anything like that on her hands or feet; she had initially assumed she would be handcuffed to the bed.
From this perspective, the undercover police's law enforcement is not as outrageous as the villains - the villains in "Egypt Tour Group" can use any tricks, and are proficient in all kinds of weird tricks such as implanting granulation and brainwashing.
A glance at the time showed it had already jumped from afternoon to midnight. He had no idea what kind of high-tech drug that injection was. Chaomu stretched his arms and legs, but felt his limbs were still a little weak.
The debuff of [Weakness] was still hanging under her avatar, and the countdown showed 6 hours. Her energy bar was probably affected by the potion and had reached the bottom. The red color indicated that if she didn't eat, she might faint at any time.
Interfaces like the backpack can still be accessed normally, but the interface for contacting teammates has gone dark, indicating that there is no signal within the range...which is consistent with her current state of imprisonment.
The curtains were tightly drawn, and the room was dark. Chaomu lay on her back, staring at the ceiling for a moment, then heard familiar footsteps approaching. A few seconds later, there was a gentle knock on the door. After she responded, a young man with cat-like eyes, dressed in home clothes, pushed open the door and entered.
He held a white porcelain bowl, steam rising from the edge of the bowl. He walked to the bed, placed the bowl on the bedside table, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her still pale face.
"Awake?" His voice was much softer than when he was outside, as if he had taken off some heavy disguise. "How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Chaomu didn't answer immediately, just stared at him. He wasn't wearing his oppressive black trench coat today; his light gray home clothes made him look much gentler, less cold and more homely. But his blue eyes were different from usual, as if they were hiding something she couldn't understand.
"Hungry." After looking at her for a while, she tried to pronounce it. Her voice was still a little hoarse, with the laziness of just waking up. "You public security... or whatever police are, is this how you treat prisoners?"
Although medication was involved, they didn't use handcuffs or shackles, as they weren't really worried about her trying to escape after she recovered... Or were they planning to give her injections every now and then? That wouldn't be good, wouldn't that be even more inhumane than handcuffing her?
As she questioned him, Zhu Fujingguang's fingertips curled slightly, his eyes flickering across her chapped lips. On the bedside table, a white porcelain bowl of rice porridge steamed through the cold air, creating a small cloud of warm mist.
"You're not a prisoner." He reached out his hand to her forehead, feeling the low fever beneath her skin. "We won't treat you harshly... Don't worry, other than being unable to leave temporarily, your living standards won't decline."
Chaomu didn't dodge his hand, but just stared at him motionlessly, her toes curled up under the quilt: Is this that kind of plot? Where will his hand go next... Oh, he just touched her forehead and politely withdrew his hand.
...Is it that she triggered the defeat plot incorrectly? Or is this plot really just pure blandness? Or is it that she didn't provide enough excitement?
The player decided to give it a try to see if he could trigger the plot.
"If I'm not a criminal, you should let me go." She tentatively raised her hand, and when she found she could move it, she tried to slap his hand away. "Need I remind you, illegal detention is also illegal. This... Officer Midorikawa? ABCD Passerby Officer? Midorikawa isn't your real name, is it? What was your name?"
Her provocative move was quite unsuccessful and her strength was very small; but the "ABCD Passerby Police Officer" still withdrew her hand and just picked up the bowl on the bedside table.
"...We will let you go." He lowered his eyes and looked at her, without answering her last question. "We just need you to stay here for a few days... After the negotiations are over, you can leave."
"The relationship between the Vongola and the authorities is not bad. You should be free soon... Would you like to eat something first? It's getting late, and you must be hungry."
Despite her failed attempt, Chaomu wasn't discouraged—she had been eyeing that bowl of porridge for a long time. She was well aware of Midorikawa's cooking skills, and the aroma made her stomach growl.
But she wasn't interested in the porridge because she wanted to eat it. She was wondering if it was a new plot point... Was there something in the porridge? A drug? Veritaserum? Was truth serum taken orally?
Her gaze was quite direct, and Zhu Fujingguang also noticed her look.
He lowered his eyes in silence, hiding the hurt in his eyes. He picked up the bowl and took a sip before her: "You can rest assured... There are no dangerous drugs in it."
His actions were without hesitation, verifying his statement - there should indeed be no strange drugs added to the bowl of porridge.
...What? It's not that kind of plot.
Chaomu lay on the bed like a boneless person, sinking into a subtle sense of loss.
That line is a bit boring, so why not just go back and fight them... or should we wait and see? Maybe Scotland is the only decent guy left, so let's see what other evil tricks the Black Face has up his sleeve?
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The author has something to say: I built an imprisonment if-line, Mu (disappointed): So it’s not that kind of plot.
In the middle, I mentioned the Egyptian tour group. This is not a bug, but a setting that will be corrected later. Although the previous plot related to DIO's face, Panty, and Jotaro has not been revised (eye shift), it will be revised on the side.
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