Chapter 102
The room was quiet and enclosed, with no windows, a heavy iron gate, special metal walls that could absorb supernatural energy, and a stone floor.
There were no fancy decorations, and even the air seemed to exude a cold, cruel, and suffocating feeling.
In contrast, the cell was lit with warm yellow light, bright and soft, which dispelled some of the heavy oppression.
Woohoo—
With this deep and long opening as a signal, the bow is gently held by the five fingers of the right hand and slowly drawn open—the scale also rises rapidly—after the left fingertips try to vibrato once—the already sharp high notes suddenly emit a series of mournful cries like rusty bearings being forced to turn—creak.
This is the moment when the bow hair, having been scraped to its limit, finally finds a brief respite after a pullback and loosening of the string.
Ye Yihe, with one hand on the cello leaning against his left shoulder, turned his head and asked Fyodor, who was sitting opposite him.
"I just played the Rigodon. How was it?"
Compared to Ye Yihe, who could freely enter and exit this cell reserved for superhumans, Feodor looked much more disheveled.
After being escorted back from the airport, the handcuffs on his wrists were removed and replaced with sturdier and heavier shackles; special power-absorbing metal rings, two fingers wide, were firmly fastened around his neck, eliminating any possibility of him using his powers to escape from prison.
Not to mention that this cell is buried deep underground, extremely well hidden and highly confidential. Apart from strictly vetted internal personnel and core high-ranking officials, very few people know its location.
The dangerous superhumans imprisoned here are escorted in and out by isolating them from all senses—and they are also made to be unconscious for a period of time along the way to prevent them from making any small movements to memorize the route.
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was imprisoned here before.
But now the tables have turned. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is outside learning detective skills from Ayatsuji Yukito, while Fyodor has been locked up inside.
But for Ye Yihe, he could come here to visit prisoners whenever he wanted, without even needing the farm commander's permission—though the latter wouldn't refuse anyway.
After all, Gogol's teleportation ability was really useful; he could go anywhere he wanted within thirty meters.
Even with such tight defenses that the walls were made of special metal, drawing a teleportation circle in the air to facilitate Yeyheh's entry and exit was an extremely easy task for Gogol.
As for how he found the location? Well, well, a secretary who suffers so much can't be a burden for nothing.
In short, Gogol was so happy to see Ye Yihe and Fyodor completely separated after helping Dazai Osamu that even his braided hair with red pom-poms swayed back and forth with his movements, and he even excitedly came over and conjured up a large bouquet of flowers to celebrate his freedom.
But Ye Yihe felt embarrassed to ask Gogol to be his free driver every time, so he recently started applying for a normal prison visitation service.
The expression on the officer's face when he received the application letter was priceless.
There's absolutely no such thing as visiting prisoners in the superpowered individuals' cells...!
At this moment, facing Ye Yihe, who had come to visit him uninvited and brought his cello, Fyodor maintained a smile throughout, only blinking slightly when asked for his impressions.
"…………"
From Ye Yihe's perspective, unlike Fedor who is usually at ease in all situations, he seems a bit dazed, which is also quite cute.
Could it be that she was seriously asking him what his thoughts were after listening?
For the first time, Fyodor, who possessed superb musical skills, hesitated in his heart to confirm this.
But this is his half, his messiah, his savior.
At this moment, he was truly sitting in front of him, not merely a spiritual entity outlined by consciousness within the palace of consciousness, a point of light in boundless darkness.
The atmosphere slowly built up in silence until Fyodor spoke up—his eyes even curved slightly, and he looked genuinely pleased.
His messiah brought his cello every day because he knew the boy loved cello music and hoped he wouldn't get too bored in the cramped solitary cell.
Compared to this, everything else seems so insignificant and unworthy of mention.
"I bet no one is more talented than you."
"real?"
Ye Yihe's face lit up with joy at the compliment. "No wonder someone praised my violin-playing posture when I was in Russia."
At the time, there was no time to rush to learn the cello because the situation was urgent. Now that he has a new body, can't he learn it slowly in the future?
Singing off-key doesn't necessarily mean playing the violin off-key.
In his pursuit of music, Ye Yihe always possessed a blind optimism that exceeded his own self-awareness.
"I am honored to hear about your progress every day."
Fyodor opened his purplish-red eyes and smiled as he looked at Ye Yihe.
Furthermore, Fyodor, who was well-versed in music theory and extremely skilled at playing the cello, agreed to meet his messiah every day in exchange for hearing a variety of vivid and disordered sound effects such as cargo ship horns, kettles, rusty brakes, and Pushkin's explosions.
This torment of hearing seems so insignificant in the face of being able to see the Messiah.
"no problem."
Ye Yihe nodded and gladly accepted the invitation from Fyodor.
With the power of the "God-Man Ame-Gozen" as a deterrent, the Japanese government dared not utter a single word of objection to his unauthorized prison visits.
Although, it was actually his decision to imprison Fyodor here.
The reason is that he had been fooled by Fyodor too many times in the past.
Even when Ye Yihe believed that their relationship had reached a fairly intimate level, Fyodor was still able to calmly plot, ruthlessly execute his plans, and never hesitate to take action.
Therefore, having been fooled several times, Ye Yihe would not be easily fooled by the little mouse's sweet words again and let him run around outside so carefree.
What if Fyodor is just pretending to be weak and willing, while actually already devising a new plan?
Let alone Ye Yihe's lack of confidence in defeating him a second time, if the new plan were to pose a threat to the survival of civilized society, Xiao Ai would bring the [Divine Sword: Rain Goddess], which can jump through time and space, and come straight to kill him!
No matter how you look at it, it's still better to keep Fyodor locked up tightly in the superhuman prison.
In response, Fyodor, who had obediently accepted imprisonment, remained remarkably docile throughout. Even his posture of sitting with his legs together appeared exceptionally gentle and elegant, showing none of the cruelty and ruthlessness he displayed not long ago when he was planning to carry out the Great Purge that would sweep the world.
Faced with this beautiful, obedient, and smiling fluffy little mouse, Ye Yihe hesitated for a moment, but still firmly locked the prison gate.
While I may be soft-hearted, I must take steps to avoid being deceived again.
One or two times is barely acceptable, but three or four times would be a bit embarrassing—you can't be caught accurately every time!
Dazai had been muttering to himself that since Fyodor and Ye Yihe had become independent individuals, why not just shoot them all... This suggestion was vetoed by Ye Yihe.
No matter how many protests we make, it's useless; in short... it won't work.
Ye Yihe pressed down on the strings, also suppressing the inexplicable thoughts churning in his heart.
“By the way,” he brought up another topic, “based on everyone’s suggestions, since I originally had a second personality and also had a physical body, it would be a bit confusing if I introduced myself as Fyodor.”
After all, Feyja is a rather affectionate nickname, and you can't call him that to everyone you just meet.
But if you just call him Fedor, it's easy to confuse him with the real Fedor.
We also can't follow the example of some countries and add a "little" to his name to distinguish him, making him "Little Fedor"... wouldn't that be even stranger?
Upon hearing this, Fyodor nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.
He did not suggest that Ye Yihe be named Messiah—after all, he liked to call Ye Yihe Messiah, but that did not mean he wanted others to call his half that as well.
"So, I gave myself a new name, 'Iher'."
When pronouncing "Ikh," Ye Ikh is pronounced using the Russian pronunciation.
Fortunately, these two words also make up a significant portion of Russian names, so even if they are put together to form a new word, it won't seem out of place.
“Ihe…”
Fyodor slowly pronounced the syllables correctly and then softly repeated them.
“It’s not a common Russian name, but it sounds beautiful,” he said with a smile to Yeikh, “just like your uniqueness.”
Ye Yihe coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed by the praise.
However, this also means that he can finally use his real name again. The farming officer even helped him get a new identity—as for the surname, he didn't use [Ye], but left it blank.
【伊赫】was given to him by his adoptive mother after hearing his original name. She said that '伊' meant the beautiful wish of starting from scratch, while '赫' symbolized brilliance. No matter how you look at it, it was a hundred times better than the previous one.
Therefore, the surname didn't matter; the only thing he didn't want to lose was the name "Ihe".
"Another thing is..."
After thinking for a moment, Ye Yihe said to Fyodor, "If you behave well for a period of time, I will consider letting you out."
Strictly speaking, Fyodor's plans, which he had been trying to implement for at least four or five years, had never succeeded... and it was all because of his interference that he was at most convicted of attempted crime.
—Brahm's incident doesn't count, after all, this vampire count could be lively and energetic again as soon as he pulled out the holy sword, and after obtaining the radio that amazed him, he became a complete shut-in, staying in the small room that Ye Yihe gave him all day without coming out.
Ye Yihe decided to give him a computer with internet access for the New Year, to broaden the horizons of this old-fashioned man.
"…………"
Upon hearing the promised reward, Fyodor's dark, tousled hair swayed slightly in front of his eyes, and he gave a soft smile. He seemed to want to raise his hand and bite his knuckles—but under Ye Yihe's stern gaze, he only slightly changed his posture and obediently placed his hands on his thighs.
"What constitutes good performance?" he humbly asked his messiah.
Ye Yihe pondered for a moment and drew up a standard.
"At least you can't deceive me or hide anything from me."
"all?"
"all."
After a brief silence, Ye Yihe, who thought he would be politely refused, heard the usually cunning little mouse speak, and instead made a promise to him.
"Then I swear to you."
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