Chapter 80 Only a warehouse without any reason
80.
Rimbaud had long been prepared for death.
It is indeed his mission to take back Experiment A258, ah, now it is Nakahara Chuuya's child.
once.
The spy "Rambo" died in a huge explosion. He lost his memory. Unable to get rid of the bone-chilling cold, he wandered in foreign cities and became the "Lan Tang" of the port mafia.
What's the point of regaining past memories? Rimbaud sat in the house in confusion, throwing the books in his hands into the flames one by one. Did it make him realize that he was a failure? Did it make him realize that he never understood his relatives and friends?
It’s so cold…
Didn't he light the fire? Rimbaud thought of the scene when Chuuya Nakahara was born. He wrapped his clothes tighter. That kind of light and heat... That child, could it warm him up?
Either kill him.
Rimbaud extinguished the fire in the room, stood up, and walked out slowly.
Still killed by him.
…
Death, this is what it feels like.
Rimbaud could feel his consciousness slowly fading away, black gradually taking over his vision, his body becoming heavy, and even moving his fingers became extremely difficult.
Sorry, dear friend. Since you don't like that birthday gift, I will prepare a new one for you...
When Rimbaud was about to use his special power on himself, with a bang, something smashed through the roof and fell from the sky.
The next second, he fell into complete darkness.
…
The boundary between life and death is not so easy to cross. Rimbaud once believed that no one in this world has the supernatural power to bring the dead back to life.
If anyone can do this, then he is the real God.
so……
Rimbaud, who was awakened from death, looked at everything in front of him blankly.
Was he awakened by the devil from hell? But are there any black red cat devils from hell? Because he died in Yokohama, he came to the eastern... underworld?
Rimbaud, who had some knowledge of Eastern culture, was a little nervous. He heard that Lucifer in the Eastern underworld would judge people, and only after the judgment would the dead know whether they would go to heaven or hell.
He knew that he would never be able to go to heaven with blood on his hands, he just wanted to know -
Can he be sent back to his own country's hell after the trial?
*
"Master... Master came back disguised as a dead wild man!" Rantoshiro's face twisted in a distorted way, "How could he lose to someone from outside? This guy doesn't look that good... Damn it, Master, do you like exotic styles?"
"Hey, this isn't the problem we should be concerned about right now, right?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu was a little speechless. "Shouldn't the biggest problem be that the master brought people to Honmaru? Logically speaking, this is against the current government regulations."
He looked at the frantic Kitsunesuke and the Honmaru Worry Team that had been petrified into gray-white statues, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously: "I can understand the collapse of Kasen Kazuta Kiri and Hasebe..."
"Why do you Heian-kyō era blades have such expressions?"
"Ah... I heard the master smash the cup as a signal." Tsurumaru Kuninaga was completely confused. He took out his original sword from somewhere and rushed to Rimbaud's side. "Don't worry, master. I'm here to take his head!"
"Wait a minute, Mr. Tsuru! This is the guest brought back by the master!" Taiko Bell Zhenzong tried his best to stop Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was jumping forward. "The master just changed his hobby of picking wild blades into picking wild people. Mr. Tsuru, you can understand, right?"
"...No, Tsuru doesn't understand!"
"Ah, the master of the house brought back something strange. Do you want me to chop it up? Well, don't worry, I will take good care of it."
"Brother! You can't just chop customers!"
…
For a moment, the surroundings were filled with sounds of collapse, obstruction, and the voices of “I don’t understand what you are talking about, but I’m going to cut some anyway”.
To be more reliable, Yagen Toushirou, who had barely recovered from the shock of "the master actually brought the others back to Honmaru without saying a word", asked Ichimonji Norimune anxiously: "The master violated the current government regulations, will there be any punishment?"
"Others may..." Ichimonji Norimune maintained his usual demeanor, "The master is a specially hired divine judge, and he has some special privileges... But this kind of behavior of secretly bringing people back, I can't approve of it, haha."
"Will Chogiden be clearer?" Without a clear answer, Yagen Toushirou was still a little worried.
"Well, he does know more about these things..."
Ichimonji Norimune looked at Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi, who was muttering to the coffee table, "Why did you secretly bring people back to Honmaru? Do you know how much workload this will give Badai? Why don't you say anything? Do you know you are wrong?" and Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, who was protecting the coffee table and trying to plead for mercy next to him.
"...He can't handle this now." He opened his folding fan to hide his gloating expression: "Now I am more looking forward to the expression of this guy after he sobers up."
…
Standing at the center of the storm, you have no idea why the NPCs are rioting like this. You scratch your head, squat on the spot, turn your head and look at Rimbaud: "Hi, I'm Catman."
You lower your voice and repeat with an artificial bubble sound: "Mimi boy~"
Then, you skillfully flipped through the system panel and got a general understanding of Rimbaud's basic information.
"Wow, you work for a port trading company, so you must be very familiar with Yokohama?"
You wagged your tail, took out a contract for purchasing from a mall, and handed it to Rambo.
“Would you like to be a tour guide for a day?”
Rimbaud:?
Is this...is this a test from hell?
Lanbo took the contract blankly. With his vision, he could see that this was a formal employment contract. However, he had been in Yokohama for a few years and had no mood to travel around. He could not say that he knew nothing about Yokohama, but he also knew nothing about it.
But the contract meant that after signing, he could return to Yokohama, which meant...
He can be resurrected.
"May I ask..." he chose his words carefully, "Why did you choose me?"
There are many natives in Hell, right? Why did they choose a spy like him? Is there a conspiracy? Could it be that the world after death is not peaceful and tranquil...
“Ah…” You shook your ears, interrupting Rimbaud’s brainstorm, and answered calmly, “Because you’re pretty.”
And you are a beauty lover.
The values of a beauty-obsessed person are so simple and plain.
*
The knife-wielding men, who have finally calmed down, sit at the same table with you with scrutinizing eyes - Rimbaud is the only one sitting opposite you.
After a brief exchange of information, both parties had a basic understanding of each other's situation.
Of course, the knife man made up his identity on the spot. He said that this was a secluded Yin Yang family, and that you were a naive young master who had little contact with the outside world, and that they were all your warriors and guards. As for the resurrection, it was actually an illusion, and that he just used Yin Yang magic to revive a dying and unconscious person.
Rambo was also cautious and just said that he was a grassroots employee of the port trading company. He was on a mission with his boss's child that day. He almost died in an accident. He didn't expect to be hit by you and picked up by you.
Well, both sides focused on a communication where everything was said and nothing was said.
"So..." After being quickly fed sobering soup and pushed out to take charge of the situation, Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi pressed his temples, "Are you the tour guide that the master brought back?"
"Well..." Rambo didn't know how to answer. He hadn't even had time to sign the contract before he was caught by the knifemen for a second trial. "If your master needs me, I am."
Over there, the trial is being held in Duotang, and here you have been captured by Kitsunesuke and are writing a temporary report on a small desk.
"Sir, you only need to write that the other party is your invited guest." Kitsunesuke supervised you from the side, "Occasionally, the relatives and friends of the mortal judge would want to come and visit in person because they are worried about the living environment of the mortal judge."
"As long as the censor writes a report and passes it, he can invite people from the real world to visit the Honmaru."
"But the information about current affairs and history revisionists must never be told to the other party." Kitsunesuke said seriously, "We cannot guarantee whether ordinary people will trigger a butterfly effect after knowing this information."
"There was once a world that was destroyed because of the butterfly effect."
Writing a report is so troublesome, and Fox Dalang is so long-winded.
"Is there a shorter report?" You asked with a frown, "Why does this report have to be handwritten with 2,000 words?"
Teacher Changyi, save the cat!
"Yes, there is..." Kitsunesuke hesitated for a moment, shook the bell with his claws, and took out another report paper from it, "But this report is not suitable for the Lord Judge."
You took the report and saw that you only needed to fill in one line: [The individual entering the main wall is your ()]
"This report is equivalent to giving them a permanent pass." Kitsunesuke jumped onto your shoulders, "Family members who depend on the Shinto Judge, the Shinto Judge's partners... these individuals can obtain a pass and enter and leave Honmaru freely after signing a confidentiality agreement."
"But this kind of application, the government usually only approves one, so Master of the Gods, you should leave it to you... Master of the Gods?"
Kitsunesuke was taken down from your shoulders and looked at you in confusion as you walked to the other side.
"That... beautiful woman with black hair." You greeted Rambo confidently, "Does your ability allow you to store things?"
When Rambo took over your contract, you noticed that the system panel refreshed the other party's personal information - mainly updating the other party's abilities, name, function, danger, etc.
Not surprised that you knew my ability, Rimbaud nodded: "I can store the items in the subspace isolated by the painting collection."
It turns out that there is no warehouse manager NPC in the game, but the warehouse manager NPC is not in the rookie copy! Really, the game is really good at hiding. Fortunately, you picked up the wild warehouse.
You quickly filled out the documents, stuffed the report into Kitsunesuke's arms, and walked towards the swordsman's table in a cool manner.
"Black-haired beauty." You looked at her lovingly, "Do you know why I am always emo? Because I am always thinking about you."
"Do you know how I spend every day without you?" I eat, sleep, and am happy.
"Now, I finally met you." Your warehouse manager NPC, the second home for your collections.
How important is the warehouse manager! You have to use the heart-shaped rings or the mermaid necklace to get married. No, the limited-time store of the beautiful store manager is also important... Wait until you get a mod that allows you to marry multiple people.
You silently put the half-empty props back.
Let’s not talk about the swordsman who got angry again because of your two sentences. Kitsunesuke, who is still confused, grabbed the report you handed over and looked down subconsciously. There were only two big words on the blank space of the document:
warehouse.
Thinking that the government would not approve such an outrageous report anyway, and that it would only cause trouble if it did not go your way, Kitsunesuke simply filled in some information in the blanks and submitted the report.
Two minutes later, Current Affairs responded.
Haha, the Judge was rejected, right?
The current affairs didn't even do basic research, so it must have failed. Thinking of this, Kitsunesuke opened the letter, thinking that the judge would give up and write a normal report, right?
Unexpectedly, there were only two words on the email: passed.
Kitsunesuke:?
You guys are not investigating at all?