Chapter 144 Gogol Suzuki and Ando Si are sitting in the car...
Suzuki Kawa and Ando Tsukasa were sitting in the car. Ando Tsukasa was staring at the coffee shop with a telescope, while Suzuki Kawa kept sending messages to his sister with his head down.
"Hey hey hey, the one next to the young lady, is that Dazai?"
Suzuki Chuan snatched his binoculars and took a look: "It's true!"
He stuffed the telescope back to Ando Tsukasa, his fingers flying as he frantically sent messages to Suzuki Chihaya.
[Sister: If you harass me again, you’re done for (smile)]
Suzuki Kawa paused his finger movements and continued to persuade his sister to run away quickly.
Suzuki Chihaya no longer responded to him.
Ando Tsukasa was still yelling, "They're chatting now."
After not receiving a response from his sister, Suzuki Chuan clenched his fist and instructed the system: "Hurry up and broadcast what they said."
They say you love matcha lattes.
[Are you a pig? I'll let you broadcast!]
The system said "Oh" and transmitted the scene in the coffee shop into Suzuki Kawa's mind. Suzuki Kawa felt like he was facing a great enemy and wanted to analyze it frame by frame, but what the two people said was confusing and he was a little bewildered.
Ando Si was still chattering beside him: "It's okay, boss, I just flew over to send petals, I came to listen to what they were saying..."
Two minutes later, Ando Tsukasa turned around and asked, "Is the young lady a psychic?"
Suzuki Chuan was bewildered: "No way? I remember my sister didn't have any special abilities."
Ando Si said sadly: "Boss... I don't seem to understand what they are saying."
"...It's okay." Suzuki Kawa numbly watched as the door of the coffee shop across the street opened and Suzuki Chihaya appeared. In fact, he didn't understand either.
The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. Suzuki Kawa frowned and lowered his head, his face stunned.
He turned to look at Ando Tsukasa, who was busy hiding the telescope. "Please send my sister back. I have something to do."
"Eh?" Ando Tsukasa looked up. Suzuki Kawa had already opened the car door and got out, then walked to the back of the car. He disappeared in a moment.
As a port city, Yokohama has many more exotic faces on the streets than Tokyo. In the dim and bright environment, Suzuki River's figure is not eye-catching.
He stood in a dark corner, looking down at the screen of his mobile phone, but his fingers no longer stretched out their arms and legs, and remained suspended in the air without moving.
The system couldn't help but say: [If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you hide your head, you'll also get a knife. You might as well go and talk to him clearly.]
"Explain clearly? What do I need to explain clearly to him?"
Suzuki Chuan said lightly.
Did they say that he wasn't actually unconscious but traveled through time to save other people?
Are you saying that he is actually an old guy?
He put the phone back in his pocket and continued walking forward. Yokohama was familiar to him, but the memory of those hundreds of years made him a little confused. After a few days of adaptation, he no longer needed the system's navigation.
System: [Where are you going now? ]
"walk."
He looked ahead.
Thinking about what to do next.
To make [GA] stronger? It was almost there now. He understood the principle that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot, and he didn't want to stand out too much.
To help the [combination] capture the human tiger, it is enough to send Douma. That guy is very powerful and likes to slack off.
The green light came on, he stopped and looked at the car moving forward. In his purple eyes, the shadow of the car passed by without leaving any trace.
He raised his head and looked at the building opposite, his eyes narrowed.
There was no one around. There were many cars here, but there were obviously fewer pedestrians than in the commercial street just now.
"System, is my blood demon magic still there?" Suzuki Kawa asked.
[Yes, all skills are activated, only the identity is frozen. ]
The blond youth narrowed his eyes, slid his tongue across the back of his teeth, and uttered: "Blood Demon Art——"
"Looking for Him Among the Crowd"
In a space that could not be captured by the naked eye, countless blood-red butterflies emerged from the young man with one hand in his pocket, then turned black and flew towards the building in front.
At the end of the working day, the whole building was pitch black and it seemed that no one was inside.
System: [What are you looking for?]
The red light came on and Suzuki Kawa walked towards the building. After those cars passed by, there were no cars or pedestrians here. He was the only one left in the entire area, and a strange atmosphere flowed unconsciously.
He took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on slowly as he walked. He said calmly, "It's a very interesting thing. I've suddenly become interested in it."
All the doors at the bottom of the building were closed, but a secluded path appeared next to it. Suzuki Kawa walked towards it without hesitation.
The black and red butterflies were still flying around him, but their numbers were increasing, to the point where someone with intensive phobia would faint at the sight of them. They flapped their wings and gradually covered the entire building.
The path was dark, with only the faint light from the street lamps outside shining through. Suzuki Kawa turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.
When the light came on, he saw a shadow flash by at the end of the path.
"Are you testing me with this kind of thing?" Suzuki Chuan muttered, and walked deeper into the trail.
At the end was a door that appeared to lead to a building.
The iron door was half closed, and Suzuki Kawa put his hand on the door handle and pulled it without any warning.
The sharp weapon cut through the air and came straight towards his face. Suzuki Kawa raised his eyebrows. The slender scalpel stopped ten centimeters in front of him. A light golden barrier appeared for a moment and then became transparent again.
He looked up, took down the scalpel, and used his phone's flashlight to take a look. The system reminded him: [This is not made in China. It should be...Russian.]
Russia?
"You seem to have mentioned it before." He spoke as if he was talking to himself.
System: [Yes, if it was him who led you there... Is he in Yokohama at this time? I can't quite remember.]
"Never mind." Suzuki Kawa smiled and threw the scalpel away. The metal made a crisp sound when it touched the ground. He continued to walk inside. The blood-red butterflies led the way for him. In the surveillance footage, it was him who walked in the right direction without hesitation without any guidance.
As he stepped onto the stairs, he saw light coming from the second floor. Suzuki Kawa looked up and found that the lights were on.
He turned off the flashlight on his phone and went up to the second floor. In the empty corridor, only seven or eight lights were on, and it was still dark at the end.
The blood-red butterfly flew forward, but Suzuki Kawa did not rush to take a step. The dark purple chain flew out from under his feet, extended rapidly, and then plunged into the darkness at the end of the corridor.
Deep within the building, a black and red butterfly finally found its target and landed lightly on a piece of paper.
A red light shone brightly, and in the young man's astonished eyes, they flew outside with the paper in their mouths.
Tuosi put down his pen, stood up, and watched the page disappear. But soon, his astonished expression was replaced by a raised corner of his lips, and he couldn't help muttering, "Interesting."
"Nikolai, stop him."
The blood-red butterfly cannot be captured by the naked eye, but the paper is a real object and the target is quite obvious.
They carried the paper in their mouths and flew all the way to their owner.
In the space where dark purple chains intertwined, Suzuki Kawa raised his hand, pinched the paper, and glanced down at the contents on it.
However, the next second, a hand appeared out of thin air in front of him and also pinched the paper.
Suzuki Kawa looked up, and the dark purple chains instantly dissipated, and he released his supernatural powers.
In the darkness at the end, the sound of footsteps was heard. Suzuki Kawa looked up and saw a young man dressed as a magician appear in front of him.
"Hi—good evening!"
His right hand was covered by a white cloak, but it was certain that there was nothing underneath, because—
Suzuki Kawa looked at the right hand that was still holding the paper in front of him.
Is it a space-related ability?
The young magician had an overly bright smile on his face, his right eye was covered by something that looked like a playing card, his silver-white hair was pressed under his hat, and the figure of Suzuki Kawa was reflected in his other eye.
Suzuki Kawa stared at him, something in his consciousness slowly cutting away.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank and he watched his hand appear next to... the other person.
The magician grabbed his hand and easily pulled out the page of the book. Then the hand holding the page disappeared. Three seconds later, the hand reappeared, but the page was gone.
Suzuki Chuan's brows relaxed, "I see."
"Isn't it interesting! My magic! I picked up the knife again!" The smile on the young magician's face was too bright, to the point of being a little twisted. He was still holding Suzuki Kawa's hand, and a cold light flashed in his other hand, and it was the scalpel.
His eyes were almost glued to Suzuki Kawa, and he stabbed the scalpel without hesitation.
However, there was no expected scene of blood splattering. Instead, a dark purple chain bound his wrist tightly.
"Eh?"
The golden fluctuations appeared again, but no matter how he cut the space, the dark purple chain entangled him like a ghost. The smile on his face disappeared, and he competed with the dark purple chain.
Suzuki Kawa walked up to him, and he was still holding that hand.
"Ah, my, how did you get here? Do you want your hand? That's not possible - huh?"
Suzuki Kawa raised his empty arm, and the blood-red butterfly rested on the cross-section. In a blink of an eye, his hand appeared on it intact. He moved his fingers, and through the white gloves, the magician's warmth seemed to still remain.
A strange light flashed in the magician's eyes. He threw the scalpel away and looked at the young man flexing his fingers in front of him. He asked excitedly, "How did you do that? Did you break my space?"
"It's the same ability as stealing the 'book'."
"How many superpowers do you have? Are you a pure superpower?"
His words came out in a rush and excitement, his body uncontrollably moving forward.
Suzuki Chuan didn't respond, but looked behind him: "Why did you ask me to come here?"
The magician curled his lips, took two steps back, took off his white hat, made a grand salute, then stood up and said with a smile, "Ah, it's my dear friend, Fyodor, looking for you."
"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nikolai! Everyone calls me 'The Clown,' and I'm a super awesome magician! Do you know the 'Five Degenerations of the Celestial Being'? It's okay if you don't know!"
He leaned over and took Suzuki Kawa's hand affectionately, with a sincere look on his face: "I am very interested in you."
"I'll take you to Fyodor!"
Suzuki Kawa pulled his hand back and said, "He's not here anymore, is he?"
Nikolai Gogol blinked. "Really?"
"Then I'll go with you. Tell me how to cut my power, okay? With this, I will definitely be able to perform the greatest and most gorgeous magic in history!"
He straightened up slightly and moved closer to Suzuki Kawa. In the dark and intertwined corridors, he looked at Suzuki Kawa with only one eye. Something seemed to be surging in the darkness behind him.
Suzuki Kawa was also looking at him.
Seems to be thinking.
[Fyodor is gone.] The system monitored the entire Yokohama, and an electronic sound rang out in Suzukikawa's mind.
[He stayed behind to hold me back.] Suzuki Chuan looked at the young magician in front of him.
The smile in the other person's eyes was so thick that it couldn't be seen at the bottom of his eyes. At the moment when the disguised clown face seemed to have not been torn off at all, Suzuki Chuan smiled, but heard the other person say: "Are you talking to someone else?"
"yes."
"Communicator? Or a supernatural power? You didn't say anything just now, your mouth didn't even move, how did you communicate?"
He stared at Suzuki Kawa closely and said to himself: "No, it can't be a special ability..."
"There is another being in your soul."
His excited words echoed in the corridor.
[This place is about to explode, you'd better run away quickly.] The system sounded an alarm.
Suzuki Kawa looked at the person in front of him. The existence of the system was discovered, but he just raised his eyebrows and didn't care. Instead, he turned his head to look at the wall of the corridor. This was an external corridor independent of the interior of the building. As long as this wall was broken, there would be the road outside.
The dark purple chain flew out, cutting the wall like cutting a piece of tofu. Gogol also turned his head to look at the scene, and the excitement in his eyes grew.
The ground began to shake and the sound of explosions began to spread. Suzuki Chuan looked at the empty street outside and turned his head to look at the magician beside him: "I refuse."
Flames exploded, and he raised his steps and jumped down without hesitation.
Gogol watched him land on the ground, the scorching heat and gravel behind him hitting his cloak. He looked thoughtfully at Suzuki Kawa below, and a golden light flashed, and the whole person disappeared on the spot.
The building was blown up, and rubble mixed with gunpowder was flying around.
Suzuki Kawa withdrew his gaze, put his hands in his pockets and walked across the street, thinking about who to pick him up.
Gogol's voice sounded again behind him: "Your second ability is to find everything."
The blond young man stood in the middle of the street, with the bright moonlight falling on his head, casting a soft glow on his overly dazzling blond hair. He turned around with his hands in his pockets, and the magician in the white cloak had put on his hat again and was smiling at him with squinted eyes.
The other eye covered by the playing card was also exposed to the air, and the two pupils were beautiful different colors, which attracted people to explore.
He didn't say "superpowers".
Suzuki Kawa looked at him and nodded: "That's right."
Everything, everything that has a reasonable existence, can be found by him.
No matter which space or dimension one exists in, one cannot escape the pursuit of "looking for him among the crowd".
"You know where 'freedom' is?"
In the moonlight, the magician who called himself "The Clown" asked him a question.
Suzuki Kawa turned around and faced Gogol. There was not much expression on his face. In his purple eyes was Gogol's equally calm face.
"Your companion has already told you, I suppose."
"If you really want to know the answer," Suzuki Chuan's hand left his pocket and pointed at his chest, a barely perceptible curve at the corner of his lips. "My freedom? In this world, who can truly be free? The only time we are free is when we die."
Gogol listened to his words and raised the corners of his lips.
"Go and die freely," the young man said carelessly, "Nikolai."
The light from the car's headlights came from afar, and the tires rubbed against the ground. Suzuki Kawa withdrew his hand and turned to look at the car coming towards him.
The pocket on his chest moved, Suzukikawa's eyes flashed, and when he looked back, Gogol was no longer under the building that was emitting black smoke.
On his chest, a beautiful rose dripping with crystal clear water droplets stood out.
The car stopped and a young man with short black hair and bandages appeared. Suzuki Kawa watched him wave goodbye to the driver seriously, then stand up and look at him.
"It's such a hassle to find you."
Dazai Osamu's eyebrows arched.
His gaze fell on the beautiful rose in Suzuki Kawa's breast pocket, and his eyes moved slightly.
The moonlight fell on him, and his soft murmurs would have been almost inaudible if they were not the only two people here.
"Your favorite flower..."
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