Chapter 105
Upon hearing about the European Bureau of Supernatural Abilities' actions, Fyodor's eyebrows twitched slightly, revealing a very intriguing, ambiguous smile.
"Kill me?"
Fyodor pronounced those few syllables with a playful and contemptuous air, completely disregarding the national power of the entire Europe. "Then let them try."
Ye Yihe watched as Fyodor didn't move an inch, his shackles and neck collar still in place. He should have looked pathetic and vulnerable.
But in the instant Fyodor raised his eyes, his entire aura shed its docile undertones, becoming sharp and utterly cold—like a ferocious claw reaching out from the abyss, deeply and heavily scraping at the bloodied hearts of the people.
"…………"
Lost in a moment of daze, Ye Yihe felt that something was wrong with his brain, and he even felt that the claw tip was gently hooking into his heart.
“Commander Taneda has already unilaterally refused,” Ye Yihe said. “They probably think that Japan is only imprisoning you and not taking action because they are enduring humiliation under my strong power.”
They actually tried to instigate the Japanese government to join them in taking action... What a wonderful idea! Unfortunately, those high-ranking government officials who were capable of taking action no longer had the chance to endure the humiliation.
Fyodor did not speak, but listened with a smile as Yeikh continued.
"But I can't just cause trouble for Commander Taneda and the others without feeling guilty. As long as you're still locked up in the superhuman prison in Japan, the European Superhuman Bureau will never give up and will continue to put pressure on you."
Ye Yihe's expression was serious.
“Besides, after careful consideration, I’ve realized that your ideal has already… well, at least a large part of it has been achieved,” he said, still feeling a little guilty about stealing the [God-Man Rain Goddess] that Fyodor had been planning for years. “Moreover, you’ve performed quite well over the past six months.”
Fyodor listened intently, his purplish-red eyes reflecting only Ye Yihe's image, nothing else.
"so……"
Ye Yihe said to Fyodor, "Taking this opportunity, I plan to fake my death and release you."
…………
Fyodor spent more than half a year in this dull and boring prison cell.
Ye Yihe would go there to keep him company every day, as if they were still the same dual personalities sharing the same body, always together no matter where they went.
In addition, he always carried something to pass the time: a cello, a Bible, paper and pens, oil paints... Fyodor had a wide range of interests and there was almost nothing he didn't know.
Not only were the people in the small building used to it, but even Luanbu, who came to visit him several times, was disappointed when he was turned away. So they got used to the fact that Ye Yihe was often not in the small building.
Therefore, Ranpo became very interested in the newly opened super-large immersive haunted house and volunteered to help.
The news that the headquarters building of the Port Mafia has been transformed into a super-large haunted house has received a lot of support but also a lot of opposition.
Even though many haunted house enthusiasts are eagerly anticipating its opening, there are still many dissenting voices who believe it's just a way to generate traffic or a deliberate attempt to capitalize on its former status as the headquarters of the Port Mafia.
If it were someone who had once been a powerful figure in the mafia, enjoying the enormous profits and freedom to commit various crimes that came with it, they would find this even more intolerable, believing that such an act was an insult to the face of the mafia.
Ye Yihe was even more dismissive of such opposition.
What good things has the Port Mafia done? They massacred all the red-haired teenagers over a joke graffiti, carried out widespread poisoning affecting innocent residents, and implemented a system of collective punishment for literary inquisitions…
According to later statistics from the city police, not counting those who died in clashes with hostile organizations, the number of ordinary civilians executed on the orders of the Port Mafia alone reached several thousand.
In addition, there is smuggling of weapons and controlled substances, selling addictive drugs, counterfeiting drugs, and large-scale organized shootouts that are carried out without regard for others... Even when the seriously injured and amnesiac Rimbaud was picked up by the Port Mafia, he was just a low-level personnel sent to the front line of the struggle to die, without any support or supplies.
Chaos, violence, and bloodshed have always been the dark side that cannot be cleaned up behind this bustling city.
But this does not mean that it must exist or is correct.
At least, none of the people who finally returned to a peaceful life after losing this ruthless and profit-driven criminal organization felt any regret; instead, they all praised it to the camera.
And him.
Gazing at the bright and clear sky, Ye Yihe squinted, feeling the gentle breeze on his face.
He was originally just an ordinary person trying to live in this world.
Therefore, when faced with the "Three-Dimensional Plan" presented to him, Ye Yihe once again refused to become the leader of the underground organization that "controls the dark side of the city."
Instead, he decided to transform those five buildings into popular haunted houses, amusement parks, escape rooms, anything but a criminal organization's headquarters.
Furthermore, Ye Yihe intends to use the five buildings he purchased as the core, covering the entire city area, and resolutely prevent any illegal or criminal organizations from emerging in Yokohama.
He doesn't care if they exist elsewhere, but at least where he is, not a single one is allowed.
However, judging from recent feedback from the military and police, after seeing the fervent public opinion in Yokohama that speaks through the vote, they seem to have finally made up their minds to launch a nationwide crackdown on criminal organizations in the near future.
With Xiao Ai and [God-like Ame-no-Gen] around, large-scale criminal organizations simply cannot form; the remaining small groups are much easier to deal with.
Just like what he said before.
He doesn't actually believe that his approach is the most correct one; in fact, the world's sins may never be completely eradicated.
But at least, it won't get any worse.
Ye Yihe withdrew his gaze and focused on the large passenger plane gliding in from a distance.
—It's time.
“Fyodor,”
Ye Yihe called out to Fyodor, who was sitting on a bench in the airport terminal, biting his knuckles, seemingly lost in thought.
Compared to his usual classic outfit of a cape, cardigan, and felt earmuff, Fyodor was now wearing a loose-fitting off-white knit sweater and casual trousers, with a wisp of hair tucked behind his ear. He looked thin and docile, like a college student going on a spring break trip.
Even if the European Bureau of Supernatural Abilities stood in front of him, they might not recognize him as the cunning and ruthless Fyodor D., who could easily turn the world upside down.
However, his status on the official wanted list has now changed to "dead".
Ye Yihe also made some changes to his appearance, but when he rolled up his sleeves, the lines of his forearms were smoother and stronger than those of Fedor, which was clearly the result of his consistent training.
When Ye Yihe first acquired this body, he had a physique that was almost identical to Fyodor's, as he had a perfect replica of Fyodor's physical data.
Now, six months later, his physical condition has improved significantly, while Fyodor, who has been under strict supervision... well, it can only be said that he hasn't gotten any worse.
"It's time to board."
He extended his hand to Fyodor.
Fyodor seemed to snap out of his daze, and readily agreed as Ye Yihe pulled him up from his seat, "Where are we going?"
"us?"
Ye Yihe blinked and handed Fyodor a plane ticket with a destination listed as an Eastern country.
"I will not go with you."
He tried to keep his tone light, "You see, we look exactly alike, and our features are quite distinct. If I were still with you, the risk of you being discovered to be still alive would increase exponentially."
"And in the days to come, I won't be able to help you much... Just remember to keep a regular schedule, take care of your health, and eat well... I assure you, the food in that country is delicious... Also, don't bite your fingers... at least don't bite them until they bleed, okay..."
"So...we'll probably have to separate for a while. At least until this storm passes."
Ye Yihe shrugged slightly, feigning cheerfulness, but his expression was anything but happy—even he himself didn't understand what was going on.
“…”
silence.
The air fermented in silence, as if brewing a silent, roaring, and surging storm from the bottom up.
Until Ye Yihe couldn't think of anything more to say and turned to leave.
— His wrist was gripped tightly by Fyodor.
My fingers are ice cold.
Are you planning to leave me?
Fyodor opened his mouth, his voice low, but it didn't sound relaxed.
He pronounced each word of the honorifics with perfect accuracy, and the syllables connected with a unique rhythm, which inexplicably reminded Ye Yihe of a priest during morning prayers with his eyes closed—solemn, sacred, and unapproachable.
Or rather... in that extremely brief moment, Ye Yihe sensed a chilling aura that almost made his hair stand on end.
It's like being targeted by some large, dangerous creature; a conditioned reflex activates the instinctive warning.
“…Fyodor?”
Ye Yihe, who always trusted her intuition, turned her head to look at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scrutinized him with a scrutinizing gaze.
"If I say yes, you wouldn't be planning to do something else bad to me, would you?"
Are you trying to cause trouble for him again now that he's just been released?
He was no longer in the mental palace where he could be slaughtered at will and had no power to fight back.
Fyodor calmly returned the gaze—until much later, when the gate announcements were repeatedly broadcast, he finally spoke.
"No...please forgive me, I don't intend to do anything."
He let go of her hand and stood up straight.
Even though his face showed no expression, Ye Yihe could inexplicably sense that the little mouse was in an unprecedentedly bad mood.
He even felt a little guilty... but both Dazai and Ayatsuji said that this was the safest way...
Immediately, Ye Yihe saw Fyodor bow slightly, his eyelashes lowered, and he spoke in a manner reminiscent of inviting a companion to a ball.
"Rather than sending me alone to another country, hiding my identity,"
Fyodor raised his eyes, and the second half of his sentence was phrased in his native language—lacking the humble and tactful respect of the Japanese, which made Ye Yihe's heart tremble even more violently.
"I would much rather you could come back to my country with me..."
“There, I have something I want to show you.”
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