Chapter 2
[What’s going on… a mafia fight?] 】
[Wow, this is exciting!] Does the anchor want to go out and take a look? Looking forward to joining the Port Mafia】
【Newcomers who haven’t read comics are confused.jpg】
[The anchor should not go out casually, it feels very dangerous...]
【＋1】
[+2, the host looks like a beautiful and weak boy, making people want to take care of him]
[Happy, those who say they are weak may not have seen the host's swift feet just now]
The gunshot came too suddenly. Compared to Shen Du Jianliu, who was calm and used to his own world, the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room was obviously aroused.
The screen, which had only displayed a few sentences every few minutes, suddenly became active, and the number of people in the live broadcast room increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Places like this where there is fighting usually see despair, or factors that induce despair. Since he had come across it, Shen Du Jianliu felt that he should go in and take a look.
He ignored the florist's obstruction and left the quiet and simple flower shop.
Judging from the footsteps, there should be only two people outside.
Sure enough, at the entrance of the alley not far away, there were two middle-aged men wearing khaki field uniforms, bulletproof vests and uniform peaked caps. They were facing each other, each with some wounds on their bodies, and the ground was covered with mottled bullet marks.
[Ah, this... is a cannon fodder I've never seen before. I'm disappointed.]
[Good public face]
[Why not Chuuya? Lop-eared rabbit Akutagawa will do too! 】
[Are you guys serious? What's the fun of being a mafia member? I think it's better for the anchor not to meet them.]
[Uh, this is really not a cosplay or a production crew?]
[Are you serious? This live broadcast room is an adventure in the comic world. If the host doesn’t interact with the protagonist, what are we watching? 】
[Raise your hands quietly, does anyone find the clothes of those two passers-by familiar?]
The barrage caused some friction due to the debate, interspersed with uncertain doubts from the low-dimensional world, and the scene was full of gunpowder.
During the clash of bullets, the uncle with his back to this side was closest to Shen Du Jianliu. When the opponent was about to be hit in the chest, he leaned down slightly, tapped the ground lightly with the forefoot, and the cyclone rose, and the whole person rushed up like an arrow.
He closed the umbrella and easily used the strength of his wrist to move the umbrella tip to knock the bullet away. Shen Du Jianliu grabbed the uncle who had his back to him, dragged him by the back of his hat collar and quickly left the place.
Unexpectedly, the uncle had strong reaction ability and judgment, and realized that the silver-haired boy who suddenly appeared had no ill intentions. When he was dragged, he shouted loudly and shot directly at the stunned opposite side, hitting him right in the middle of the eyebrows.
The figure of the uncle opposite slowly fell down.
The gunfight stopped at this moment, and the barrage of bullets also fell silent for a short time.
【ah? 】
[No, the host just used an umbrella to shoot the bullet away? ? If I remember correctly, it was an ordinary umbrella given to the host when he was helping an old lady during the live broadcast in the morning? 】
[Too fast, I couldn’t see it clearly]
[What’s going on!] What’s going on! ? 】
【Aba Aba Aba Aba】
Faced with the shock shown after the barrage of comments went silent, Shen Du Jianliu couldn't help but frown.
He didn't intend to help only one side.
For Shen Du Jianliu, it makes no difference which one he saves, and it is better to save two than one. It would be best if he can stop the fight.
As long as the trigger is eliminated, emotions such as despair will not appear, and what he does will make sense.
Although through three days of observation, Shen Du Jianliu found that the despair here is not the same as the "despair" in his own world. It is not very contagious and does not induce the instinctive evil in people's hearts like disease or mental pollution.
But the effect of saving them is the same.
No matter which world he is in, as long as his actions can be broadcast to his own world in the form of live broadcast, that is enough.
At this time, the rain had become relatively lighter. The boy's paper-pale cheeks had turned even paler, and his lips were bloodless. Water droplets flowed down his silver hair to his forehead, looking as if they would turn into bubbles and disappear at any time.
“…Ahem.”
He coughed a few times, holding back the splitting headache in his head, and lowered his eyes to check the intact bouquet in his arms.
"Crack." The surviving uncle had come to the corpse and crushed the locator with one foot. He took off his hat that was wet by the rain, revealing his hair that was as messy as seaweed.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground exhausted, the man covered his abdomen where he had been hit before, and looked at the young man standing in front of him with a complicated and suspicious expression.
"Little ghost, why did you save me?"
"I didn't mean to save you." Shen Du Jian Liu answered truthfully.
Or rather, just save you.
Uncle: “…”
After confirming that this guy would not show any despair, Shen Du Jian Liu no longer cared about him. He walked around him and was about to leave without hesitation when the seaweed-haired uncle spoke again. He was in so much pain that his face was covered in cold sweat.
"Hey, wait!"
"Little guy, help...help me call a car..."
The white-haired boy turned back expressionlessly. He bent down and stared carefully at the uncle's weathered face, and confirmed again that the other party was not in a low mood before extending his hand to him.
"What are you doing?" A flower of blood spread out from the uncle's waist and abdomen, and his voice was already a little weak.
“I don’t have a cell phone.”
"…What kind of weird kid are you? Did you run away from home?"
The uncle took out his cell phone from his pocket. He grimaced in pain from the tearing of his wound. He reminded in a weak voice: "Don't call 119, call a taxi."
"Um."
Shen Du Jian Liu didn't ask any more questions and helped call the taxi company.
Seeing that the other party's face was turning as pale as his due to excessive blood loss, and there was some trance and corresponding frustration in his eyes, Shen Du Jianliu hesitated slightly and still did not leave here immediately.
After all, these emotions have the potential to induce despair.
When the taxi arrived 5 minutes later, he simply helped the old man in and planned to escort him home.
However, Kamado Miru did not forget a young man who was looking for a flower shop, and he got off the bus when passing by a 7-11 convenience store.
The office workers are no longer there.
【ah? So did the anchor buy it in vain? 】
[Speaking of which, the anchor is spending his own money, I give up, he is being taken advantage of, he might as well just change the name to "Holy Father Live Room"]
[+1, the anchor just found a part-time job at a convenience store yesterday, please don’t spend money recklessly! 】
[As an old man who has been watching the live broadcast for 3 days, am I the only one who feels that there is an indescribable magic in watching the anchor doing good deeds frequently? It is quite healing.]
[Fuck, stop arguing, look over there——]
[Ahhhhhhhhhh]
[Help, host, look at that road sign pole over there! 】
[What, are the office workers over there?]
[No, it’s Ranpo!] 】
【What! ? Random steps! ? Where! I picked him up and sprinted a hundred meters.
[Random steps, random steps, random steps!] ! ! ! 】
[People live to walk around!] 】
A large number of comments suddenly broke out in the live broadcast room, and everyone became enthusiastic.
If Shen Du Jianliu had not undergone transformation and could read ten lines at a glance, his vision would have been almost swallowed by these subtitles.
To be honest, with his talent, it is not difficult to find the office worker who left. If nothing unexpected happens, the other party should be at the nearby traffic light fork.
Shen Du saw Liu calmly following the howling of the barrage, and turned to look at the signpost not far away. Since he was not interested in anything other than hope, he did not think of getting closer, but he noticed the "crisis" situation over there.
A black-haired young man in detective clothes was holding a shaky bag of snacks. He had his back to this side and had no umbrella in his hand. The snacks overflowing from the bag were piled higher than his cheeks.
Although his hair was wet, the young man who looked to be in his early 20s didn't care at all. He used his free hand to hold the top bottle of soda that was about to fall, and he was still complaining -
"Really? Why is the president so slow?"
Shen Du saw Liu thinking for a moment, then he walked over and raised his hand to help him hold the heavy bag of snacks.
There was a bag of snacks that had fallen on the ground. The pale-skinned boy bent down and picked it up easily, then turned around and borrowed a cart from a convenience store and pushed it in front of the other party.
He handed over his red umbrella as well: "Here you go."
"Um?"
Edogawa Ranpo obviously noticed the white-haired boy who helped him casually.
"You're a nice person." Edogawa Ranpo, who never knew how to be polite, put the bag of snacks into the cart as a matter of course and reached out to take the red umbrella.
Perhaps he noticed Shen Du Jianliu's situation, he narrowed his emerald green eyes and lowered his head to take out his glasses from his pocket.
"Well, as a reward for lending me your umbrella, I'll help you watch it!"
[Help, Ranpo is so cute boohoo]
[The host actually gave his umbrella to Ranpo Baby, what are you going to use later?]
[Ranpo won’t be able to tell that the host is broadcasting live, right? 】
[I'm a little panicked]
[A bit panicked +1, what is Ranpo looking at?]
[Although I am reluctant to leave, I suggest the host run away quickly. If he looks at you, all your secrets will be exposed! 】
[Not really, maybe he wanted to help the anchor find that office worker]
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
Is there such talent?
Is he a super high school level detective?
Although he had no intention of staying where he was, the white-haired boy was about to refuse to leave, but Edogawa Ranpo, who was wearing glasses, suddenly shouted: "Ah!"
"The person you are looking for is at the traffic light about 300 meters away. You can still catch him if you go now."
"By the way, if we don't go back, the other one will pass out."
The handsome black-haired young man revealed the purpose of Shen Du Jianliu in less than two seconds. After saying this, his frivolous tone was even tinged with a hint of intrigue: "But——"
"You are such an interesting person."
[Damn it, damn it, damn it]
[Could it be that the anchor has really discovered the dimensional wall? 】
[That shouldn’t happen. Ranpo can’t really know the gods outside the dimensional wall.]
[Amazing! Besides the office workers, he even spotted the cannon fodder uncle in the taxi.]
[Sure enough, every time-traveling protagonist will check in at Ranpo]
[I feel like Ranpo has figured out the host's personality? I'm a little curious.]
He does seem to be a very powerful person.
Shen Du Jianliu admired people with talents very much. Although there was no such thing as talent and Hope Academy in this world, he nodded politely to the other party: "Thank you."
Without waiting for a reply, he said goodbye to the black-haired young man and left. After all, if he didn't hurry over, the office worker would really leave.
Ignoring the reluctant cries from the barrage of comments, Kamado Kenryu braved the dwindling rain and ran as fast as he could to find the young man and handed him the lilies. In return, the other party's dejected expression turned into excitement and he gave him two 5,000 yen bills as a thank you.
These helped to subsidize the money I spent on the bouquet, and I even made a lot of free money.
[Good people will be rewarded. I have renewed my hope for this world.]
What should I do next?
[Host, do you want to take another uncle to the hospital? He is covered in blood.
[In front, the uncle said not to call 119]
[Ranpo is amazing, the uncle has really fainted now. Fortunately, he told me his home address before getting on the car.]
[You guys are talking so lightly, this is a real life.]
…
Kamado Miru has successfully returned to the taxi.
The seaweed-haired man next to him had already passed out due to excessive blood loss, but his life was not in danger yet.
He followed the other party's wishes and refused the driver's kind inquiry whether he wanted to go to the hospital. After arriving at the destination, he paid the fare with the uncle's money and directly carried the other party out of the car.
"Mr. Eguchi!?"
Suddenly, a surprised voice called out from the front.
A strange girl in ordinary clothes walked towards this side quickly, holding an umbrella in her left hand and a bag of fruit in her right hand. She looked about the same age as Kamado Miru, with brown hair, and was the kind of person you could see everywhere on the street.
"Who are you?"
The strange girl stared at Kamado Miru warily. Her eyes passed over his rain-soaked cheeks and stared at the pale but strong-knuckled hand that was holding the back of the man's hat collar: "Let go of Mr. Eguchi!"
"Um."
Shen Du Jianliu didn't even blink, and handed the uncle to the girl easily as if he was handing a toy.
He had originally considered whether or not he should knock on every door to find out the specific floor the other party was on. Now that someone had taken over, the problem was solved, and the man would not fall into the pain and despair of being on the verge of death.
The girl who caught the old man with difficulty: "..."
"You, you just let it go like that? You're not the one who hurt him?"
"No." Faced with the girl's question, Shen Du Jianliu did not intend to explain more. After all, the matter had been resolved and there was no point in him staying.
He turned and prepared to leave.
"Wait! You, uh, do you want to come up and sit here?"
"Save him to the end. I can't move Mr. Jiangkou. I think you can lift him easily."
"You are so powerful, you can definitely help us, right?"
The girl made her request with hope on her face, her brown eyes looking over expectantly, not realizing there was anything wrong with her words.
【ah? What the hell?
[What’s wrong with this girl? Her words make me feel uncomfortable]
[Weird, like moral kidnapping]
[You guys are too sensitive, I think it’s okay, girls are weak, the anchor just helps them]
[I suspect that if this goes on any longer, the uncle will really die from excessive blood loss]
Noticing the reminder from the barrage, Shen Du Jianliu nodded directly: "Okay."
So, under the guidance of the girl with short brown hair, he found the uncle's house and walked directly into the house using the key in the other's pocket.
The girl didn't seem to know the layout of the uncle's house. She put down the fruit, searched for a long time before finding the medical box, and helped the other party do a basic hemostatic bandage.
“Ahem…! You…are you going to hurt me to death?”
Because of the brown-haired girl's unskilled movements, the middle-aged black-haired man with seaweed hair had to open his eyes in pain and started coughing heart-wrenchingly.
"Mr. Eguchi! You're awake!"
"Don't worry, you won't die."
"But Jing, why did you think of coming to me?" The uncle frowned as he looked at the girl who was helping him with hemostatic bandage. He wanted to say something, but when he noticed a silver-haired boy with an indifferent expression behind her, he closed his mouth and paused for a moment before he regained his thoughts.
"Little devil, who are you?"
"My name is Shen Du Jianliu."
"...I haven't heard of this name. Which organization are you from?"
"organize?"
Shen Du Jian Liu blinked, puzzled by the seaweed-haired man's question: "I don't have an organization."
These days, he learned about the existence of the two organizations, PortMafia and the Armed Detective Agency, from the barrage. The black-haired young man he just met seemed to be a member of the Armed Detective Agency.
However, he has not thought about joining any party at the moment, so he doesn't know much about it.
"No organization?"
The old man looked at him suspiciously, and even the girl named Jing seemed a little surprised, as if she didn't believe what Shen Du Jianliu said.
After all, a person who can stop a bullet with the tip of an umbrella, has agile skills, and can easily lift an adult man is not a simple person no matter how you look at it.
"Little ghost, did you hear anything in the alley earlier?"
"No."
Shen Du Jianliu shook his head obediently: "I was just buying flowers at the store in front. When I passed by, the gunfire had already started."
After he explained the truth, the room fell silent again. The uncle seemed to be carefully studying the boy's facial expression, trying to judge the truth of his words, but unfortunately nothing could be seen on his calm and handsome face.
After a long silence, the uncle finally broke the weird atmosphere. He covered his wound and said, "Little guy, do you want to join our GSS?"
"As a reward for saving me, I can protect you in the organization from now on."
“…”
GSS?
Shen Dujianliu tilted his head, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and found that it was an organization that had not been mentioned in the barrage before.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Jiangkou is a very good person, he will definitely do what he says!"
The short-haired girl beside him nodded excitedly when she heard the uncle's invitation. While she was packing up her tools, her sleeve slipped down, revealing a blue bracelet. She said cheerfully, "You are so amazing. You will definitely become an ace if you join the organization!"
Shen Du Jianliu did not answer them.
Because the barrage has exploded because of this news.
[Is this uncle from GSS? ? 】
[No, what timeline is the host in now? It can’t be when Chuuya is still a “sheep”, right?]
[How big was the random step just now? 】
【Depend on! Did you notice the woman’s wrist? Every member of the Sheep has a blue bracelet. She is a Sheep! 】
[For those who don’t know, let me explain GSS: it was originally an overseas civilian security company, with military personnel in the organization. Due to lack of funds, it turned to criminal activities.]
[I'm sick of this. These ungrateful bastards! Could it be that now is the right time for them to hook up behind Chuuya's back?! I just happened to catch him in the act.]
[Anchor, please don’t agree. Don’t hang out with them. Woohoo.]
【＋1】
[I feel something is wrong. No matter how much GSS and Yang are colluding, they can't be so close as to go to someone's house to help.]
[Anchor, go ahead and ruin their collusion!] 】
…
Sounds like a bad organization.
Shen Du saw that Liu's expression did not change and did not make a decision immediately.
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