Chapter 138 Viewing Experience (Part Two) (Bonus Chapter for Long Review): When Those Past Events Are Bringed to the Screen
"It's Fyodor."
Anyone who has ever seen the leader of the House of the Dead, Fyodor D., will never forget his appearance.
However, Fyodor on the screen at this moment is much younger than I remember, about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Sitting in the prison van, Fyodor seemed to have just woken up from some kind of slumber. For the first few minutes, he was simply getting familiar with himself and his surroundings, his expression remaining calm and indifferent.
Even when the bald, burly man opposite him loudly mocked him in Russian because he hadn't sat properly, he showed no sign of anger.
Since most of the people present did not understand other languages, Japanese subtitles were thoughtfully provided at the bottom of the screen.
In this way, all moviegoers will not have to worry about being troubled by language barriers.
At most, due to differences in cultural customs, their reactions to certain situations are not as intense as those of the indigenous people.
"...That was a really nasty insult."
For example, Pushkin, who understood Russian, was already gasping, "He's not even angry about this, our BOSS has always been able to endure things since he was a child, no wonder he became a BOSS..."
Before Ivan would give him a warning look, he quickly shut his mouth and stopped talking.
But secretly, Pushkin still glanced at his boss, who was still silently watching the movie, and found that the other party was equally unmoved by the insult on the screen.
How did someone become such a strategic and capable leader...?
Pushkin sighed and continued to focus his attention on the screen.
The bald, burly man, who took Fyodor's smile as a provocation, charged over in a rage almost instantly, intending to teach the skinny little guy a lesson even if it meant being locked up later.
However, despite the absolute disadvantage in size and even with his hands and feet shackled, Fyodor countered his opponent with incredible agility, defeating him in one move with his supple and exquisite martial arts.
The soft hiss that accompanied the bald, burly man's unconsciousness was a powerful deterrent to everyone in the prison van.
It's also for those outside the screen.
"...You're kidding me...Fedor is that good at fighting??? This is Fedor, the anemic, weak, and slightly hunchbacked Fedor!"
"I shouldn't be having presbyopia..."
"Strange, there are no signs of training on the body, but the thinking behind the physical techniques is extremely strong, and it is obvious that it is the muscle instinct honed through countless trials."
Did you hear him mutter something just now?
"I didn't hear it clearly, and unfortunately there were no subtitles."
This opening alone caused an uproar and sparked much discussion, but ultimately no reasonable explanation could be found.
"Ranpo, did you...?"
The head of the Armed Detective Agency tries to get help from his own detectives.
"Uh—Keep it a secret—"
Ranpo leaned back into the soft, comfortable sofa and slowly drawled out, "President, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's just that I promised someone."
"Who did you promise?" the president asked, puzzled.
"You'll see when you keep watching."
Ranpo smiled happily.
—And such a conversation also took place with another detective who was transported here.
“Ayatsuji-sensei, you…” Tsujimura Mizuki had just started to speak when Ayatsuji Yukito cut her off.
"Do you want to make a request to me here?" Ayatsuji Yukito said calmly. "Unfortunately, I don't accept requests from maids at the moment."
"...I'm not your maid, Ayatsuji-sensei!"
"Then I will not accept it at all. If you are dissatisfied, you can try shooting me."
"…………"
Mizuki Tsujimura was choked up.
Smoking, fighting, and carrying weapons seem to be prohibited in this place by default; even her handgun, which she keeps close to her body, couldn't come along!
Only Fyodor, who was focused on the screen, suddenly whispered the line that no one else had heard.
Speaking fluent and clear Mandarin.
"[Those who refuse a toast will have to drink a penalty shot]."
Pushkin, who was still staring in disbelief at the screen, shocked that his boss was not only cunning but also incredibly skilled in physical combat, turned his head in disbelief after hearing these words.
"You actually heard me clearly?" Although he didn't understand what the BOSS was saying either.
"It was read by lip reading."
Fyodor replied expressionlessly, "But in my memory, this has never happened before."
It should be said that this is not the only instance.
The commotion inside the prison van drew curses from the guards in the driver's cab, which also distracted them. In an instant, the two vehicles, which had been traveling in opposite directions without incident, collided violently, creating a scene of utter chaos and devastation.
Once the scene returned to calm, Fyodor, who had stood up from the overturned prison van, was fortunate to have only suffered minor injuries.
However, instead of waiting for rescue, he calmly rolled the car over, found the shackles and keys on the two unconscious guards in the driver's seat, and put on his warm guard coat.
Aside from that muttered remark to the burly man, he didn't utter another word throughout the entire conversation, but he did something that seemed rather unbelievable.
Fyodor picked up a broken rearview mirror and stared at his reflection for a long time, clearly deep in thought.
"Are you trying to assess the extent of your injuries?"
Fifteen-year-old Chuuya Nakahara asked in confusion.
"well."
Dazai Osamu, also fifteen years old, simply sighed softly, but it instantly ignited a small flame in the heart of [King of Sheep] Nakahara Chuuya—this bastard's silent sarcasm was even more infuriating than his verbal mockery!
“Idiot Chuuya, this isn’t his body.” Fifteen-year-old Dazai Osamu still explained to him, “If you really want to say it, you can treat him as a second personality.”
Chuuya Nakahara raised an eyebrow: "A second personality?"
"It is multiple personality disorder, in which a person has two or more personalities whose thinking does not affect each other and who have different personal experiences, self-images and independent identities."
Ayatsuji Yukito was also explaining to Tsujimura Mizuki, "Generally speaking, patients with dissociative identity disorder have a primary personality that is relatively passive, depressed, and timid, as well as an alternating personality that is highly controlling, full of destructive consciousness, and hostile to the outside world. This is also called a subpersonality, secondary personality, or second personality."
"For most people who are unfamiliar with this mental illness, they probably think that the original personality has the most complete body memory. But the truth is quite the opposite. Since the triggers for multiple personality disorder mostly come from major and persistent traumatic events in childhood, the split personalities are often there to bear that part of the traumatic memory and enormous mental stress."
"Therefore, the memories of the second personality are actually more complete, and it is more dominant and aggressive than the primary personality."
"So that's how it is..."
After hearing the explanation, Pushkin silently looked up at the sky, then weakly uttered a complaint, lacking any real conviction.
"But both of the BOSS's personalities are quite strong, one is intellectual and the other is martial, complementing each other..."
"One [good] and one [evil] should be correct."
With her eyes fixed on the still-playing screen, the Armed Detective Osamu Dazai, having quickly processed this information, remarked calmly, "How interesting, which one is the dominant personality?"
After breaking through the window and regaining his freedom, Fyodor did not rush to leave. Instead, he tried to rescue the kidnapped woman who was unconscious due to a car accident from another overturned van.
He carried her across the desolate plains in the blizzard, until they reached the forest ranger's cabin in the woods. Only then did he carefully place her beside the fireplace, and with his numb and trembling fingers, he lit a fire and bandaged her wounds.
It seems that he only relinquished control of the body after the young woman woke up safely and successfully made a distress call.
Next to act was the main personality, Fyodor, who was polite and elegant throughout, yet always gave off a chilling aura.
It feels like the boss sitting next to me is the so-called "second personality" who is "intensely controlling, full of destructive intent, and hostile to the outside world"...
Pushkin dared not utter these words aloud, but kept them to himself and secretly expressed them through his eyes.
"Phew... This is the [demon] I'm used to seeing."
Among those present, Dazai, the only armed detective who had ever had a deep, face-to-face interaction with Fyodor, raised his voice so that his words could travel across the space and reach Fyodor's ears, who was sitting on the other side.
"Hey, you naughty Fyodor over there, you haven't taken control of the main personality's body and are preventing it from playing at all, have you?"
"…………"
Fyodor, who was being ridiculed and mocked, narrowed his dark red eyes, but still replied calmly.
“My past memories are complete, Mr. Dazai. I am quite certain that I have never had a second personality, nor have I ever experienced any of these things.”
"Hey, you did it and you won't admit it? That's really shameful."
Sitting in the port's mafia area, executive Chuuya Nakahara crossed his legs and continued Dazai's verbal attack with a slightly disdainful tone.
Fyodor: "…………"
There's nothing wrong with admitting it, but that's the truth. Besides, he himself didn't have the fighting skills to strangle a strong man unconscious with a chain, nor the physical strength to carry a woman for more than five kilometers through a blizzard.
Skipping over the travel portion, the subsequent plot points plunged Fyodor into an even deeper silence.
Using his body, he secretly went to the church kitchen in the middle of the night to stir-fry potato shreds...?
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