Chapter 103
Whether Ye Yihe's cello playing skills have improved or not is another matter, but he visits Fyodor almost every day at the same time—he might not even be this diligent when he's at work.
For a while, he needed Gogol's help to use his teleportation ability to get into the superhuman prison cell; later, after the special prison visitation permit was approved, Ye Yihe changed to riding Oda Sakunosuke's motorcycle to and from the prison every day.
Every guard who saw him carrying his cello in and out of the superhuman prison cells was utterly dumbfounded.
Why is there this guy who looks exactly like the [Demon] coming to this fortress prison every day like he's home, and even being able to pull out a key and open the door himself?!
Later, it was discovered that even his prison visitation permit was specially approved by high-level officials, allowing him to treat the superhuman's cell as his own home. After that, the guards could only pretend they couldn't see Ye Yihe.
There was nothing they could do to refuse; the blood splattered from the bullets that had pierced the carpet was still wet, and who would dare say no?
After Dazai Osamu and Gogol harvested one generation of politicians after another like corn, it was hard for the remaining ones not to know their place.
In fact, as one of the masterminds behind the global vampire phenomenon, Fyodor should have received a harsher sentence than he has now, and at least during his imprisonment, which would have involved a minimum of two-digit years, no one would have been able to visit him.
However, Ye Yihe, the hero who saved the world, claimed to be Fyodor's second personality and refused to hand over Fyodor, effectively silencing all the countries that wanted to extradite Fyodor to Meursault Prison.
As for other criminals who harbor criminals, countries may still be able to find ways to deal with them.
However, the one who said this was Ye Yihe, who had an exceptionally wide network of connections and possessed the Tri-Singularity. They wisely chose to remain silent.
Top-secret reports of witnessing the descent of the "God-Man Ame-Gozen" and her decisive sword strike have been appearing one after another, traversing back and forth on the coordinate axis of time and space, leaving no possibility of prevention.
For high-ranking officials and dignitaries, the issue they need to consider now is not whether they have any bullshit beliefs about upholding justice, but rather, "Ye Yihe only sent [God-Man Rain Goddess] to kill sinners today, what if he specifically orders that thing to kill me tomorrow?"
Therefore, everything Ye Yihe wanted to do became exceptionally smooth—including the government actively fabricating a non-existent prison visitation permit for him.
The title "[Grey Cardinal]" has become truly fitting.
Although for Ye Yihe, it was not as interesting as playing two more cello pieces.
Fedor praised him yesterday for his significant improvement!
"What great progress? He's definitely lying and just trying to make you happy."
Chuuya silently rolled his eyes. "After you finished playing the cello, the toads outside our building didn't dare to make a sound until midnight."
Ye Yihe scoffed, "You don't understand music, so your judgment is invalid."
Fyodor was already a teaching assistant at Russia's top music academy when he was only fifteen or sixteen! How could his evaluation be false?
Chuuya, caught off guard, was speechless.
But he has ears!
"Speaking of which, Ivan is also a teacher at that music academy," Ye Yihe said, turning to Ivan. "What do you think of my cello playing?"
"Unparalleled," Ivan exclaimed, placing one hand on his chest.
Ye Yihe turned his gaze back to Chuuya, "Look."
Chung also stared at him with his blue eyes, utterly speechless.
"…………"
Damn it, asking these two people who are least likely to tell the truth.
"Speaking of which, ever since the miracle of [God-Man Ame-Gozen] spread, not only the mafia in Yokohama, but the mafia all over the world have started to work hard to abide by the law," Ye Yihe said, bringing up the recent situation. "Dazai must be out of work now, right?"
Dazai Osamu, who was lazily sprawled on the sofa and dozing off, weakly raised one hand to indicate that he was listening.
"And Oda Sakunosuke, he's no longer an assassin."
Ye Yihe then looked at Oda Saku, who was writing a shopping list—the latter responded with a "Yes" when he heard Ye Yihe calling him.
Oda Sakunosuke's decision to retire from the criminal world wasn't based on any particular circumstance; he simply felt it was time.
He didn't do this job because he liked being an assassin or killing people.
Therefore, having already made enough money, he left without any regrets, even though there are still high-paying jobs in the industry that specifically request him to take on.
As a result, he spent his days cleaning and wiping things in the small building, maintaining his motorcycle in the yard, watching Dazai play video games while holding a coffee cup, going out to run with Pushkin, and buying some household consumables along the way.
Despite being in her early twenties, she lives a more boring life than a retired senior citizen.
"And Ivan, Pushkin, Bram, Gogol, Sigmar... Oh, right, Sigmar."
Ye Yihe, who had gathered everyone together, counted people on his fingers, and those whose names were called looked over—thankfully, the combined living room and dining room was large enough to easily accommodate so many people.
Among them, Sigma, who had just moved into the small building, was the most nervous. When his name was called, his voice trembled almost as he asked, "Am I here?"
I accidentally bit my tongue when I opened my mouth, ouch!
Sigma was internally devastated and clutched his head.
"You really want a place to call home, don't you?"
Ye Yihe said earnestly.
One sentence was enough to put Sigma on high alert.
Since Fyodor said he swore he would no longer hide or deceive, Ye Yihe went to ask him the very next day as soon as he learned that Dazai said Sigma was Fyodor's backup plan.
Fyodor did not hide anything and told Yeykh everything about his origins.
Sigma is actually a product created by that book that can be made possible by writing stories.
His lack of memory of the time before the desert was not due to some special reason like Chuuya's amnesia, but rather because he truly had no past.
The superpower he possessed was a disaster for him—he could exchange the most pressing information between two people simply by making physical contact.
It has no offensive capabilities, yet it is one of the most coveted abilities by criminals.
Therefore, it was no surprise that Sigma, whose superpowers were discovered, was found to be a slave to his human trafficking gang, who forced him to use his powers to assist them in various crimes.
If it weren't for Ivan and Pushkin tracking down the human trafficking group in the desert and rescuing Sigma, he wouldn't know how long he would have endured before finding relief.
But for Fyodor, Sigmar was his backup plan after his failed attempt to seize the God of God at the airport and his subsequent arrest. Gogol would be responsible for finding him and then proceeding with the next phase of the plan.
Hearing this, Ye Yihe couldn't help but admire Fyodor's meticulous and unpredictable mind.
Sure enough, if he hadn't acted quickly, this cunning and persistent little mouse would never have been so obedient and well-behaved in this superhuman prison cell, listening to him play the cello and telling him stories.
In short, Sigma, as the creator of the Book, was destined to be extremely lonely and lost. He desperately hoped to find a place of peace, or rather, to make his birth more extraordinary.
He wanted to know why he was born.
Ye Yihe originally thought it was Sigma created by Fyodor using the [Book], but the latter shook his head.
“I have never received the [book], Ikh.”
Fyodor pronounced his new name on his half-body very softly, with a pleasant trill, which successfully made Ye Yihe's throat tighten, and he almost wanted to tell him not to pronounce his name so...ambiguously.
But if he were to say those words aloud, wouldn't he seem presumptuous? Ye Yihe struggled with this thought for a long time before finally deciding not to offer any advice.
It's not that he dislikes hearing Fyodor say his name, so... a little ambiguity is fine, it doesn't really matter.
However, the stories written in the book do not necessarily have to come true in the future.
Fyodor raised his shackled hand and drew an arc in space to indicate crossing the current point in time. "As long as the logic is sound, even the 'past' can be created by the [Book]."
The pale, slender wrist and the heavy, cold metal lock created a striking image that held Ye Yihe's gaze for a long time.
He suddenly remembered the faint mark on his left forearm—it was from Fyodor's hand, the writing was clear and smooth, and even after it healed, it didn't look scary. When he touched it, he felt a distinct, slight tingling sensation.
At this moment, that scar must be hidden under Fyodor's sleeve, right? His body is brand new, produced by the system, without a single old scar. It seems that all the past wounds are left on Fyodor's body.
Including the deeper scar left by the bullet that pierced his left shoulder, when you touch it you must... stop.
"Um……"
Despite Fyodor's undisguised smile, Ye Yihe pretended to be nonchalant, but it took him a beat to figure out how to respond.
"Therefore, Sigma was written in the book by someone in the future, creating him to appear in this moment."
"yes."
Fyodor's smile widened, and the shackles clicked as they fell off his wrists. "That's all I know about Sigma."
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" — Ye Yihe felt that Ye Yihe deliberately emphasized the word "know" with a deeper meaning, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
"...No, no need."
Just recalling that scene, Ye Yihe felt as if a string in his heart had been quietly pressed and plucked, stirring up an exceptionally chaotic sound.
He pulled his wandering thoughts back and relaxed the tension in his heart, then took a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket.
The inscription above was written in ancient Japanese with ink strokes, and the official government seal was affixed at the end.
“In short,” Ye Yihe coughed lightly, “while I was learning the cello, I also thought about it seriously. We can’t let everyone just stay in the small building doing nothing all the time, it would be a bit boring.”
Everyone fell silent upon hearing this, but not because of the second half of the sentence.
Was he seriously learning the cello...? They were too lazy to call him out on it.
"So, I asked Commander Farm for a [Superpower Business License]."
Ye Yihe unfolded the paper and showed it to everyone. "In this way, we can conduct legal activities as an organization of superhumans."
"Should we open a detective agency too?"
Pushkin blinked in confusion. "Who among us can be the detective? Dazai? Or should we wait for Shibusawa to graduate?"
Since the crisis was resolved, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa has been learning basic detective skills from Yukito Ayatsuji, and the two of them are surprisingly compatible.
"I don't want to be a detective."
Dazai lay on the back of the sofa in protest, extremely unwilling to start working hard.
The word "effort" doesn't suit him at all—it's much more interesting for him to lie here every day sunbathing, playing games, and getting angry no matter how funny he is.
Besides, with the divine authority of [God-Man Ame-Gozen], criminal cases will definitely decrease significantly in the future. Does that mean he'll have to go out every day to find cats and walk dogs? No way.
"It's not about running a detective agency,"
Ye Yihe shook his head, put down the [Supernatural Ability Business License] he had easily obtained, and pulled out another piece of paper from his pocket—a certificate of ownership for a house and land.
"I also bought the five buildings housing the Port Mafia headquarters from the government at a low price,"
Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, Ye Yihe revealed a sly smile and announced triumphantly.
"Let's each use our strengths to open a... no, let's open a super-sized haunted house that's as big as five tall buildings!"
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